[ Well, whatever he ends up saying is completely muted, and he realizes it just after the first word. Oh, you bastard...
His grip tightens on the wand as it's raised a little more, though his eyes are fixated on those stupid glasses and that weird tattoo on his face. He just needed something as revenge. To which some ideas and commands come to mind, and while the gem on the wand glows for a bit, there's nothing that seems to happen.
Until about a cup's worth of ice cold water drops down onto Chikusa's head.
He'd exclaim his surprise at it working, and actually does so quite proudly, even if it was silence. ]
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His grip tightens on the wand as it's raised a little more, though his eyes are fixated on those stupid glasses and that weird tattoo on his face. He just needed something as revenge. To which some ideas and commands come to mind, and while the gem on the wand glows for a bit, there's nothing that seems to happen.
Until about a cup's worth of ice cold water drops down onto Chikusa's head.
He'd exclaim his surprise at it working, and actually does so quite proudly, even if it was silence. ]