But that won't save him from this mask... Apparently they're reliving like ten horror films in a row tonight.]
OW— [Is his first response, because his poor ear-- but then he spares a glance over his shoulder and now he's probably the one screaming in Atsushi's ear instead, since ah, that mask sure is fast?!]
Hold on!! I'm serious! [Like he'd be joking in this situation... BUT, tightening his grip on Atsushi and RUNNING EVEN FASTER. Truly, he's exercising his speed stats right now... They also may or may not be catching various other flammable things on fire accidentally by leading this hellmask around the carnival.]
[ They're going to destroy this entire carnival... the animals rampaging in the petting zoo is probably their fault too. Somehow.
Atsushi's head tips back at how fast Kashuu is running, and his one stupid long bang whips against Kashuu's face like a wet spaghetti. ]
W, wait, Kashuu-kun...! Head over there!
[ He points to one of those strongman games, the one where you smack a puck with a hammer and the weight shoots up to hit a bell at the top if you're strong enough. ]
[They'll probably accidentally unlock the gate in their attempts to escape, honestly. But oh, what pretty anime hair--]
WAH—!!
[HE'S BLINDED. Only temporarily at least, but now his eyes are watering...]
Where?! Where am I heading?! [WHERE IS HE GOOOING. There seems to be only one thing in the vicinity besides the whack-a-mole game though, so he's luckily heading in the right direction. For some reason, he still thinks it's a good idea to listen to Atsushi.]
[ The mallets for the whack-a-mole games look legit enough, so Atsushi tries... to steer Kashuu in that direction. All the while, they're still setting fire to some tents as they run, R.I.P. carnival. ]
I think...! If I could just hit the mask into the dunk tank...!
[ Using a whack-a-mole hammer as an impromptu baseball bat to hit a flaming cursed mask into a dunk tank. This somehow makes sense in his mind. ]
[Somehow, this manages to work out! The steering part, anyway. Who knows how well the whack-a-mallet thing will...]
Here, here—!!
[Kashuu pretty much bowls over the carnie in charge of the booth as he skids to a stop, waiting for Atsushi to reach out and take the mallet. It's probably in some carnival-goer's hands because their life can't be easy, but the poor person is shocked considering there's a fireball heading toward all of them and a small trail of destruction in their wake! What a great hello.]
[ Atsushi wastes a second to say "sorry" to the poor alien whose person best score was interrupted thanks to these nerds, then promptly hops out of Kashuu's arms to brace himself and take the mallet.
Then transform his arm into his tiger arm, because... apparently this was necessary? This is not a good idea.
But once the burning mask gets within range, Atsushi winds up, throws his arm back and smacks the incoming object as hard as he can—
—which results in it flying towards the dunk tank, smashing the glass upon impact. There's an explosion of water that tsunamis right into Atsushi, and maybe Kashuu if he's unlucky. ]
Ah...haha.
I want to go home...
[ The bright side?
The mask has also had enough, and it's lying like a limp fish on the grass. ]
[OF COURSE HE'S UNLUCKY, unlucky is his middle name--
So Atsushi might hear a little strangled noise from behind him as Kashuu is soaked and distraught over his boots, ah... There are also carnies and carnival-goers pretty much shouting and flailing all around them?! Whether it's because of the sudden flood or the glass everywhere or the various stalls that have caught fire...
Kashuu will just summarily ignore ALL OF THEM THOUGH, so he can point out the most important part:]
[ Atsushi doesn't even register the property damage he's done, because: ] Ah, Kashuu-kun...! You're wet...!
[ Not that he can try to dry Kashuu up with his sopping-wet sleeve, but. He tries anyway, trying to thumb some water off of his pal's face. It doesn't do much. ]
E-eh? [ Cue him turning around to find his mask lying limply on top of a puddle. ] W, we did it! Now we won't die...!!
[ATSUSHI WHY?? Why... A for effort though, at least. Kashuu's nose wrinkles, but he lets this dumb punk continue to wipe away absolutely nothing at all with his wet hands anyway.]
You're even worse off, y'know. [BUT IT'S WORTH IT. It's worth being soaked because now they won't die.]
Geez... That was way more trouble than it was worth! We should've just left the dumb fortunes. [Even though that would still mean Atsushi would have to deal with The Mask... THEY WERE BOTH FOOLS.]
Let's get outta here before they try to make us pay for property damages—
A, aha... yeah, let's go find a place to dry off, Kashuu-kun. What an ordeal.
[ The aliens definitely think they'r eboth cursed, so no one is approaching them to pay for burnt cotton candy and broken dunk tanks as Atsushi leads Kashuu to a quieter part of the carnival... later, losers.
(The sad thing about this is that like, a few hours later, Atsushi and Kashuu are both going to wake up to even more terrifying masks... rest in pieces.) ]
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But that won't save him from this mask... Apparently they're reliving like ten horror films in a row tonight.]
OW— [Is his first response, because his poor ear-- but then he spares a glance over his shoulder and now he's probably the one screaming in Atsushi's ear instead, since ah, that mask sure is fast?!]
Hold on!! I'm serious! [Like he'd be joking in this situation... BUT, tightening his grip on Atsushi and RUNNING EVEN FASTER. Truly, he's exercising his speed stats right now... They also may or may not be catching various other flammable things on fire accidentally by leading this hellmask around the carnival.]
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Atsushi's head tips back at how fast Kashuu is running, and his one stupid long bang whips against Kashuu's face like a wet spaghetti. ]
W, wait, Kashuu-kun...! Head over there!
[ He points to one of those strongman games, the one where you smack a puck with a hammer and the weight shoots up to hit a bell at the top if you're strong enough. ]
I think I have an idea...!
[ all of his ideas have been terrible ]
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WAH—!!
[HE'S BLINDED. Only temporarily at least, but now his eyes are watering...]
Where?! Where am I heading?! [WHERE IS HE GOOOING. There seems to be only one thing in the vicinity besides the whack-a-mole game though, so he's luckily heading in the right direction. For some reason, he still thinks it's a good idea to listen to Atsushi.]
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[ The mallets for the whack-a-mole games look legit enough, so Atsushi tries... to steer Kashuu in that direction. All the while, they're still setting fire to some tents as they run, R.I.P. carnival. ]
I think...! If I could just hit the mask into the dunk tank...!
[ Using a whack-a-mole hammer as an impromptu baseball bat to hit a flaming cursed mask into a dunk tank. This somehow makes sense in his mind. ]
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Here, here—!!
[Kashuu pretty much bowls over the carnie in charge of the booth as he skids to a stop, waiting for Atsushi to reach out and take the mallet. It's probably in some carnival-goer's hands because their life can't be easy, but the poor person is shocked considering there's a fireball heading toward all of them and a small trail of destruction in their wake! What a great hello.]
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[ Atsushi wastes a second to say "sorry" to the poor alien whose person best score was interrupted thanks to these nerds, then promptly hops out of Kashuu's arms to brace himself and take the mallet.
Then transform his arm into his tiger arm, because... apparently this was necessary? This is not a good idea.
But once the burning mask gets within range, Atsushi winds up, throws his arm back and smacks the incoming object as hard as he can—
—which results in it flying towards the dunk tank, smashing the glass upon impact. There's an explosion of water that tsunamis right into Atsushi, and maybe Kashuu if he's unlucky. ]
Ah...haha.
I want to go home...
[ The bright side?
The mask has also had enough, and it's lying like a limp fish on the grass. ]
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So Atsushi might hear a little strangled noise from behind him as Kashuu is soaked and distraught over his boots, ah... There are also carnies and carnival-goers pretty much shouting and flailing all around them?! Whether it's because of the sudden flood or the glass everywhere or the various stalls that have caught fire...
Kashuu will just summarily ignore ALL OF THEM THOUGH, so he can point out the most important part:]
—It stopped! It stopped moving!!
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[ Not that he can try to dry Kashuu up with his sopping-wet sleeve, but. He tries anyway, trying to thumb some water off of his pal's face. It doesn't do much. ]
E-eh? [ Cue him turning around to find his mask lying limply on top of a puddle. ] W, we did it! Now we won't die...!!
[ SUCCESS ]
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You're even worse off, y'know. [BUT IT'S WORTH IT. It's worth being soaked because now they won't die.]
Geez... That was way more trouble than it was worth! We should've just left the dumb fortunes. [Even though that would still mean Atsushi would have to deal with The Mask... THEY WERE BOTH FOOLS.]
Let's get outta here before they try to make us pay for property damages—
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[ The aliens definitely think they'r eboth cursed, so no one is approaching them to pay for burnt cotton candy and broken dunk tanks as Atsushi leads Kashuu to a quieter part of the carnival... later, losers.
(The sad thing about this is that like, a few hours later, Atsushi and Kashuu are both going to wake up to even more terrifying masks... rest in pieces.) ]
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[AND OFF HE GOES, trailing after Atsushi to find towels and warmth. TOO BAD IT'S ALL FOR NAUGHT.]