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He slid his foot back, the unusually threatening sound of gravel rolling out from under the sole of his shoe. His frown deepened as he pursed his lips and clenched his fists.
The man pushed himself backwards on the ground a little so he could better stare, seemingly more shocked and confused than actually in pain despite clutching his nose. After a little more staring, he finally scrambled to his feet and speed-walked away, glancing back a few times and touching his nose over and over to make sure it was still intact.
(It was probably a good thing there wasn’t even so much as a nosebleed, but Patches almost wished something had broken.)
There was a long silence before his shoulders slumped and he finally dared to turn and (somewhat) look at Satoshi.
“...You okay?” he asked, his voice a little hoarse.