The tail was enough of a pain in the ass for my clothes, if I get wings too I'm gonna find the son of a bitch in charge of this place and start invoicing them for the fucking tailor.

[So a Superman thing or else Ragna would be complaining a lot louder. Bringing up the irony of him having fire made that lump in his throat threaten to choke him more given his phobia. Thank god it was just a little fire.]

No shit. If it was more than like a match's worth I would have been even more pissed off. Some asshole is having a great big laugh at my expense and when I find them I'm gonna kick their ass.

[The fact the tips of his hair look singed with a blueish black color doesn't help things. He got his eye color back to normal but noooo, fuck with his hair more universe.

... Maybe it was his own anxiety, the sake of his own comfort as much as for Harumasa's. To remind them both that they're not alone. But Ragna lifted his left arm a bit, slightly tense initially. Old habits were hard to break and of all people he wanted Harumasa especially to not touch his old right arm.

He was hesitant because of that habit, but after reminding himself neither of his arms would hurt anyone anymore he laid his real hand on Harumasa's arm with a light grip.]

... I'm not going anywhere.