[Oh, but of course. Anyways, Sakuya barely has time to process that a fist was being sent in his direction before it makes contact with his cheek. He staggers and falls- dirtying his lovely clothes, the tragedy- shocked. He brings a hand up to his cheek, pain blossoming from the area. He shoots Shinka a poisonous look.]
How dare you touch me! Who do you think you are...!?
[A little hypocritical perhaps, considering he got into this situation by doing the very same thing. He gets up on his feet, dusting himself off.]
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How dare you touch me! Who do you think you are...!?
[A little hypocritical perhaps, considering he got into this situation by doing the very same thing. He gets up on his feet, dusting himself off.]