[Yukine eyed the guy warily when he approached asking to play a game- presumably of air hockey, going by the puck. This was the guy who had been eating the centerpieces earlier... but he... seems okay now. So he'd agreed to it.
He sure is regretting that now. Yukine gapes at the air through which the puck had passed, then slowly turns to see that it is sticking out of the wood post of the wall.
The heck--]
What the heck?! [Flustered but angry, he rounds on the guy.]
You don't hit it that hard, idiot! What if it'd hit my face like that?! Keep it on the board! The board! [He slaps his hand on the game's 'ice surface' with a glower. This guy is crazy...]
why this...
He sure is regretting that now. Yukine gapes at the air through which the puck had passed, then slowly turns to see that it is sticking out of the wood post of the wall.
The heck--]
What the heck?! [Flustered but angry, he rounds on the guy.]
You don't hit it that hard, idiot! What if it'd hit my face like that?! Keep it on the board! The board! [He slaps his hand on the game's 'ice surface' with a glower. This guy is crazy...]