[ magato, being magato, tries a wave, but they're already gone, and he has his own escape to make.
heine holds a hand to the side of his face to feel where there's a mark growing hot in its process of becoming a bruise, coughing and sniffing a little to try and do something about his bleeding nose. whatever calmness he'd managed to gather outside the club has turned into a jittery energy, and he snaps a reply — ] We have to go.
[ which isn't... actually an answer, but he's walking quickly, going to who-knows-where, even as he talks. ] Fuck. I didn't think...
[ he shakes his head, clearing away whatever he'd been thinking about saying. ] ...where the hell did you get that thing from?
[ he means the fire extinguisher, which is a better thing to talk about than the rest of the situation. he still has foam on him, too. ]
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heine holds a hand to the side of his face to feel where there's a mark growing hot in its process of becoming a bruise, coughing and sniffing a little to try and do something about his bleeding nose. whatever calmness he'd managed to gather outside the club has turned into a jittery energy, and he snaps a reply — ] We have to go.
[ which isn't... actually an answer, but he's walking quickly, going to who-knows-where, even as he talks. ] Fuck. I didn't think...
[ he shakes his head, clearing away whatever he'd been thinking about saying. ] ...where the hell did you get that thing from?
[ he means the fire extinguisher, which is a better thing to talk about than the rest of the situation. he still has foam on him, too. ]