[Ken growls - or whines; the sound is so precisely in between the two that it's hard to call it one way or the other - and lifts his hands to dig his nails into Hibari's gripping arm. However, since he hasn't put a cartridge in at the moment, this is a lot less damaging than it could be - although his grip is still no joke.] It was just a table, byon! You're strong, it's not like it was actually gonna hit you. [Or slow Hibari down much if it did. Ken's instinctively sure of that much; getting hit by a thrown table, assuming Hibari failed to dodge it in the first place, would be only a minor inconvenience to him. There's no way something that mundane could put a guy like this down for the count.
In essence, Ken's indicating that he was still playing, too. But clearly he's got a very high threshold for roughhousing...that, or he'd appreciated Hibari's strength enough to set the bar pretty high for what could still be interpreted as a merely playful threat. Most likely it was a combination of the two.]
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In essence, Ken's indicating that he was still playing, too. But clearly he's got a very high threshold for roughhousing...that, or he'd appreciated Hibari's strength enough to set the bar pretty high for what could still be interpreted as a merely playful threat. Most likely it was a combination of the two.]