[He missed chairs. Really. They were sturdy and had some good follow-through when swung. Clonked on the head, the guy went down, but he was still moving, shifting his stance and giving one good horizontal swing to whip the furniture against another's back trying to sneak up on him. He went down and clutched his back. The Meister spared nothing, save for a kick in the stomach.
But he looked up to see someone with a baseball bat, and none other than Naoto. Memories of not two days ago flashed through his mind and a spike of panic shot through him as he was trying to cover as much ground as possible. But the detective had other plans, dodging a swing and incapacitating the batter. The chair he had ready for another swing was... lowered.
Kanji couldn't help that little pitter-pat in his chest. That's my girl.]
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But he looked up to see someone with a baseball bat, and none other than Naoto. Memories of not two days ago flashed through his mind and a spike of panic shot through him as he was trying to cover as much ground as possible. But the detective had other plans, dodging a swing and incapacitating the batter. The chair he had ready for another swing was... lowered.
Kanji couldn't help that little pitter-pat in his chest. That's my girl.]
Naoto! You a'right?