Daisuke, still holding onto his face and covering his mouth, can actually do surprisingly little from how shocked he is to get punched from Naegi. That's why he's out of the house in his sleepwear and bleeding from the mouth. When the door closes, he lets out a frustrated noise and effortlessly unlocks the lock, letting himself in. ]
Makoto, don't-- don't hit me.
[ He's actually bracing himself for another punch and is ready to dodge. Also, speaking hurts his mouth. God. He might really have to get this fixed by a healer or something.
Meanwhile, Wiz hops into the living room and sees this fiasco. ]
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Daisuke, still holding onto his face and covering his mouth, can actually do surprisingly little from how shocked he is to get punched from Naegi. That's why he's out of the house in his sleepwear and bleeding from the mouth. When the door closes, he lets out a frustrated noise and effortlessly unlocks the lock, letting himself in. ]
Makoto, don't-- don't hit me.
[ He's actually bracing himself for another punch and is ready to dodge. Also, speaking hurts his mouth. God. He might really have to get this fixed by a healer or something.
Meanwhile, Wiz hops into the living room and sees this fiasco. ]