[ Douman's patience lingers long after his charm wears thin; his ability to master his own emotions is questionable at best, but he practices enough self-restraint to not brush his hand down, to lay his large hand on the crest of Reigen's shoulder and push the Blight into the so-called Spiritualist.
Might be fun. A race to see who can beat the plague first, or die trying. Douman's trying to figure out which might serve him better, but for the time beingー
ーhis hands go up in the universal sign for surrender. ]
Your concern is touching.
[ Thank you for your concern for Douman's rock-hard nips, Reigen, what a bro. That said, Douman doesn't make himself decent again, because he's a piece of shit; he just sweeps his arm across that bare chest, emulating something anachronistically Western as he bows his head in deference. After he lets Reigen step to the side, that is. ]
As for my name... mm! Perhaps you've heard of me, being in the business of spiritualism!
[ His smile splits, Cheshire. ]
They call me Ashiya Douman. A humble onmyouji, once heralded in the Heian court, exiled ignobly to Harima for treasonー a monk of many talents, I fear!
my god, apologies for the delay!! thanks life
Might be fun. A race to see who can beat the plague first, or die trying. Douman's trying to figure out which might serve him better, but for the time beingー
ーhis hands go up in the universal sign for surrender. ]
Your concern is touching.
[ Thank you for your concern for Douman's rock-hard nips, Reigen, what a bro. That said, Douman doesn't make himself decent again, because he's a piece of shit; he just sweeps his arm across that bare chest, emulating something anachronistically Western as he bows his head in deference. After he lets Reigen step to the side, that is. ]
As for my name... mm! Perhaps you've heard of me, being in the business of spiritualism!
[ His smile splits, Cheshire. ]
They call me Ashiya Douman. A humble onmyouji, once heralded in the Heian court, exiled ignobly to Harima for treasonー a monk of many talents, I fear!