A word, a question, a short string of syllables spoken in the most staggered tone rose from his throat, and accompanied the confusion surfacing on his face. For a moment, he paused and let his senses try to discover a change in his body. When none was felt, Haruka glared at the smiling man–––– or should he say madman? Either way, the swimmer was not going to allow paranoia cast its spell over him.
‘I don’t feel any different.’
" OH, relax !!
i didn’t mean that i cursed you! unless you want me to. then i can definitely whip up a quick serve of a hex delight! “
a quick laughter after a simple ’ joke. ’ certainly, cursing anyone would be an easy feat and he’s willing to do so at no cost if the other asked. after all, who would he be to deny a fun and effortless request?
