[ Looking remarkably like a half-drowned cat or no, Sanzo's shaking the water out of his gun and pulling himself out of the spring as Sharak fires and-
The way the bullet disappears makes his blood run cold, and he doesn't know why. Ukoku is looking at him slyly, like there's some sort of shared joke. It takes him a moment before he interjects, voice steadier than he thought it would be. ] Seems like you've been making bad impressions, old man.
[ Fuck, he doesn't know who to aim at. He keeps his gun at his side. ]
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The way the bullet disappears makes his blood run cold, and he doesn't know why. Ukoku is looking at him slyly, like there's some sort of shared joke. It takes him a moment before he interjects, voice steadier than he thought it would be. ] Seems like you've been making bad impressions, old man.
[ Fuck, he doesn't know who to aim at. He keeps his gun at his side. ]