[ well, points for her. anyone who goes along with his questionable sense of humor scores automatic points. when she calls for something "sour" and "bubbly", there's another ding! and five different brilliantly-colored cans roll out of the service window... ]
Oh shoot— [ and maybe Getou could've once moved quickly enough to prevent three of them from careening right off the edge, but he's barely recovered from his mortal injury let alone had time to build up some of his strength and speed. he leans forward over the counter as she once had, thrusting his arm out to make a grab for at least one... but all three hit the ground, popping, hissing with a release of air pressure, sticky soda flying in all different directions. a sigh of defeat as he pulls himself back over the counter, pulling his hand back: splattered with blue all the way up the wrist. ]
Well... Can't say I didn't try. [ his tongue laps up the carbonated syrup in a stripe from the back of his hand— ]
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Oh shoot— [ and maybe Getou could've once moved quickly enough to prevent three of them from careening right off the edge, but he's barely recovered from his mortal injury let alone had time to build up some of his strength and speed. he leans forward over the counter as she once had, thrusting his arm out to make a grab for at least one... but all three hit the ground, popping, hissing with a release of air pressure, sticky soda flying in all different directions. a sigh of defeat as he pulls himself back over the counter, pulling his hand back: splattered with blue all the way up the wrist. ]
Well... Can't say I didn't try. [ his tongue laps up the carbonated syrup in a stripe from the back of his hand— ]