[As much as Genya might decry himself for being weak, he has a good sense for danger. It doesn't surge up as he sinks into his mother's embrace {though not before shoving his head back on his damn shoulders}, but the longer he lingers there? That's when dread begins to pool within his gut. He tastes something akin to berries, with an undercurrent of something floral, and knows that he's in deep shit. He turns sharply, whipping himself in the face with own sparkly blue hair as he tries to make out what's in front him.
{He still has to hold it in place with one hand, unfortunately.}]
S-stay back.
[His free hand falls to his hip, where he pulls out his gun.]
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Date: 2025-11-05 03:25 am (UTC){He still has to hold it in place with one hand, unfortunately.}]
S-stay back.
[His free hand falls to his hip, where he pulls out his gun.]
Don't touch her!