[The smell of formic acid, not too unlike vinegar, permeates the area. Whatever ant innards still cling to the broken pieces of exoskeleton still sizzle and steam.
Meanwhile Rin can be found groaning pathetically as she rubs her head and slowly attempts to sit up.]
Yeah, yeah — of course I'm fine. What good would I be if I couldn't handle this much? What about you?
[Since he was the damsel in distress, after all. When Tohsaka gets to her feet she brushes away the dirt from her clothes, but there is no helping the grass stains on her knees.]
Its been her profile img since the journal's creation heheh
Meanwhile Rin can be found groaning pathetically as she rubs her head and slowly attempts to sit up.]
Yeah, yeah — of course I'm fine. What good would I be if I couldn't handle this much? What about you?
[Since he was the damsel in distress, after all. When Tohsaka gets to her feet she brushes away the dirt from her clothes, but there is no helping the grass stains on her knees.]