[it's not a real brawl if Manabu's not getting decked in the face, and yet every time it happens, he can't help but feel outrage like it's a brand new concept. he nearly bites down on his tongue when he grits his teeth and takes the hit. while the hand holding the pistol is captive, Manabu works to get his other hand free.
once he does, he brings it to Keith's face, heating up and igniting with searing heat.]
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once he does, he brings it to Keith's face, heating up and igniting with searing heat.]
Get! OFF ME!