The only motion Mizuki visually makes is a little jerk of his head. He was clearly not ready to be on the defensive. No one around here has been hostile to him yet, outside of the forest's creatures. The smile holds, even if his eyes scream something a little more dangerous. Perhaps Lancelot will just feel the intensity of the rest of his stingers hovering around him as his weapon pierces and severs one of his tentacles.
Please, he worked so hard to grow those back, too…
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Please, he worked so hard to grow those back, too…
"My! What good intuition you have, mister!!"