[Tamaki is still waffling over the need to participate in something that very clearly is meant to turn into a disaster, so much so that he doesn't realize he's the target of a 4 fold attack. The first snowball pegs him squarely in the back of the head and he yelps, stumbling forward and dropping his bucket of snowballs.
The next three, however, are blocked by his upper arm one after the other, instinctively. The impact stings of course, and his clothes are getting soaked but at least he's spared himself from getting pegged in the face FOUR times versus just one.
It isn't until he's sure there are no more snowballs headed his way that he peeks out from around his arm, face screwed tightly into a grimace.]
You're throwing those really hard, you know...!
[This guy is intimidating by sheer presence, what the heck.]
B. I'm sorry
The next three, however, are blocked by his upper arm one after the other, instinctively. The impact stings of course, and his clothes are getting soaked but at least he's spared himself from getting pegged in the face FOUR times versus just one.
It isn't until he's sure there are no more snowballs headed his way that he peeks out from around his arm, face screwed tightly into a grimace.]
You're throwing those really hard, you know...!
[This guy is intimidating by sheer presence, what the heck.]