[ Reyson glares balefully up at the insouciant witness to his disgrace. He would like it to be a majestic glare like a mighty bird of prey but the vibes are a little more like a cat who has fallen into the bath and is hiding under the bed about it. The innards of the pumpkin hang in his hair like a majestic yet gloppy tiara. There is a considerable amount on his outfit, as well. At least it sort of matches; the off-white skin of the pumpkins where it has stuck facing outwards and the gold-adjacent flesh.... No, okay. It doesn't. He prefers to wear white with gold edging and highlights, not liking how he looks in too much black. It is occurring to him now that oh there is a practical reason for the black in a situation where you might regularly get organic fluids on yourself.
He shakes out his hand, having to withdraw it from what remains of the shell, and winces. ]
I may have cracked a bone.
[ He sounds a little pleased with himself, in a stunned sort of way. He punched something so hard it exploded. It is kind of an ego boost? On one level he would have liked to not have done that, on the other... it exploded and he did it with his own power. ]
Pass me a napkin, if you would. I can't come back out like this.
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He shakes out his hand, having to withdraw it from what remains of the shell, and winces. ]
I may have cracked a bone.
[ He sounds a little pleased with himself, in a stunned sort of way. He punched something so hard it exploded. It is kind of an ego boost? On one level he would have liked to not have done that, on the other... it exploded and he did it with his own power. ]
Pass me a napkin, if you would. I can't come back out like this.