"From your shock I'd imagine All Might is quite tall..." Yuume hums idly, raising a brow at the Riolu for a moment before blinking in Dio's direction. "...Oh- Right, that's '95... It's...a sweetened peanut butter spread...you might like-"
Whatever Yuume is about to explain stops- the Buzzswole abruptly turn from their dance, and begin to surround them instead after all. Despite their speed, it becomes clear they aren't intending to harm them- after all...if they wanted, they would have done so already.
"A...Aaaah...it...seems like they're performing some sort of ritual, but just what it is...mnh..."
Yuume, rather frankly, is feeling a bit too uncomfortable to even give it a shot right now- maybe an arm muscle twitches as she draws in on herself. That's about as flex as it's getting up in Yuume's arms.
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Whatever Yuume is about to explain stops- the Buzzswole abruptly turn from their dance, and begin to surround them instead after all. Despite their speed, it becomes clear they aren't intending to harm them- after all...if they wanted, they would have done so already.
"A...Aaaah...it...seems like they're performing some sort of ritual, but just what it is...mnh..."
Yuume, rather frankly, is feeling a bit too uncomfortable to even give it a shot right now- maybe an arm muscle twitches as she draws in on herself. That's about as flex as it's getting up in Yuume's arms.