It's too late. By the time she can react, her familiar's scissor-like claw has closed around Kirishima's leg, and no sooner does that happen than is Choki unceremoniously yeeted down the hallway. Momo dives to catch him, but trips over the bunnies that had crowded around her feet, and they all land together in an undignified pile on the floor.
"Aah!" Okay... Allow her a moment to recover. She sits up, holding a wriggling Choki in her hands who seems upset that his clipper is now stained with blood instead of hair, which he had wanted. Momo scolds him as sternly as she can, which-- it turns out-- is pretty darn stern.
"You can't keep doing that! See what happens, when you go around trying to cut the hair of everyone and everything in sight?!" Sighing, she turns to look over at Kirishima.
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It's too late. By the time she can react, her familiar's scissor-like claw has closed around Kirishima's leg, and no sooner does that happen than is Choki unceremoniously yeeted down the hallway. Momo dives to catch him, but trips over the bunnies that had crowded around her feet, and they all land together in an undignified pile on the floor.
"Aah!" Okay... Allow her a moment to recover. She sits up, holding a wriggling Choki in her hands who seems upset that his clipper is now stained with blood instead of hair, which he had wanted. Momo scolds him as sternly as she can, which-- it turns out-- is pretty darn stern.
"You can't keep doing that! See what happens, when you go around trying to cut the hair of everyone and everything in sight?!" Sighing, she turns to look over at Kirishima.
"Are you alright? I'm so sorry about him..."