[That's a bad idea. He's already on edge, expecting pain the next time something comes close. Shirou's hand isn't really painful, but he feels a jolt anyway and reacts without thinking.
Shirou may just find himself expertly and automatically thrown across the room. By the time he gets up, D's ducked out of the room, heading for his room where he can barricade himself under the desk and try to contain his terror.]
[Yeah, by the time he manages to remove himself from the tangle of stuff in the corner he lands in, he can't bring himself to do anything but gape a little in the direction Diarmuid left in.
For the record, he's a little too dumbfounded to remember to bandage himself now.]
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Shirou may just find himself expertly and automatically thrown across the room. By the time he gets up, D's ducked out of the room, heading for his room where he can barricade himself under the desk and try to contain his terror.]
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For the record, he's a little too dumbfounded to remember to bandage himself now.]