[ the shops are all full of... useless garbage. nothing in the way of reagents. nothing in the way of usable weapons. the books that he's come across are all empty and without any practical information. the worst part is that any spell he's attempted to cast has mostly fizzled out--- a fireball being more like the flame of a candle, weak and barely a light. icicles meant to rend and tear flesh are toothpicks and splinters of nothing, disappearing before they even leave his claws.

and so as his punishment for purely existing, he is now faced with a dilemma. ]

No.

[ with a deadpan look on his face, he stares at rokurou with disdain. thankfully he's still got some of those reflexes. ]

Try not putting things into your mouth that you will regret later. This should make a good learning moment for you.

[ and with the bottle thrust at him, leaks politely takes rokurou's wrist and moves it to the side. ]