[ Luckily for the both of them, Koharu is intimately familiar with the warning call that comes the second before chucking a grenade. It snaps her attention away from the window, though Root yanks her down before having to think about it herself, curling back against the counter in anticipation for...
Actually, she isn't sure what to expect; a bomb doesn't set off, nor does a flash ever come, but when Root tugs her shirt over her face, realization dawns upon Koharu.
In that time, Root's science experiment appears to be working its magic. Irritable snorts and grunts come from the hounds that have collected by the broken window—one of them whines, even, pulling back away. The ones who linger the longest eventually start reaching their limits, scampering away from the offending scents.
Koharu, meanwhile, looks up toward Root from her spot on the floor expectantly, lifting her left hand toward her face just in case. ]
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Actually, she isn't sure what to expect; a bomb doesn't set off, nor does a flash ever come, but when Root tugs her shirt over her face, realization dawns upon Koharu.
In that time, Root's science experiment appears to be working its magic. Irritable snorts and grunts come from the hounds that have collected by the broken window—one of them whines, even, pulling back away. The ones who linger the longest eventually start reaching their limits, scampering away from the offending scents.
Koharu, meanwhile, looks up toward Root from her spot on the floor expectantly, lifting her left hand toward her face just in case. ]