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[salvatrice]

::someone hasn't sought out a Komui like he promised his own he would do, but he's standing in one of the many practice rooms, sweat beading on his forehead as he struggles to activate his Innocence; it activates and will stay for several long moments before fading once again, and each time it does so, Reever slumps a little more::

What the hell

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[chromon]

[Staring at him from the doorway, he's been leaning against the doorframe for quite a while. Watching him curiously, and hardly about to interrupt.]

[salvatrice]

::the invocation lasts only for a couple of moments before it evaporates yet again, standing there and watching the after image of his parasitic gun for a long while::

This... isn't right. ::hasn't taken notice of the other in the doorway yet::

[chromon]

[Finally speaking up after that]

If it isn't right, then you should have it checked.

[salvatrice]

::jumps in surprise then, turning towards the sound of that voice, eyes wide::

B-bak? How long have you been standing there?!

[chromon]

[Crosses his arms over his chest, expression serious]

Long enough to know you've got something wrong with that Innocence of yours...

[salvatrice]

::he's quiet for a long while before he looks away, moving over to grab up his coat, rolling it around in his hands for a moment before sighing::

It'll pass. It'll pass...

[chromon]

[He frowns, lips pressing into a thin line before he speaks]

Keep telling yourself that until you fall...

[salvatrice]

. . .

::flinches at that, something pained crossing over his features::

I'm not going to fall!

[chromon]

[Looking genuinely sorry when he catches a glimpse of that]

...You will if you keep shrugging it off.

[salvatrice]

::quiet for a long while before shaking his head again, moving to take exit from the room::

It's fine. It's... fine.

[chromon]

[And, moving to stop him]

It's not fine, and don't you dare act like it is.

[salvatrice]

::flounders about for a bit, taking a step back::

Or what?

[chromon]

[That's the 'Bak means business' face]

Or I'll be forced to pick you up by the scruff like a kitten and make you act like a big boy.

[salvatrice]

...you'll do no such thing. I'm not a child. ::tensing up a bit::

[chromon]

I will if you make me. Well you're certainly acting like one right now. Not to mention you're at least a decade younger than the you I'm familiar with.

[salvatrice]

And what does that have to do with anything?

::grumbling quietly and trying to move past him and out the room::