["Maybe" nothing -- Koby's presence is there, like a rush of light, warm and fretful and heavy enough that the windows around Tim rattle a little, shivering with the force. The air is tight, crackling, an energy that's more intense than Koby's let his haki be around -- anyone, actually.
And it stays, curling around Tim like a blanket, like a shield, something protective and watchful and dangerous.]
What happened? Who was it? I can feel you, I can feel you're hurt.
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Date: 2025-01-04 06:35 am (UTC)And it stays, curling around Tim like a blanket, like a shield, something protective and watchful and dangerous.]
What happened? Who was it? I can feel you, I can feel you're hurt.