Hazuki knelt down lazily in front of the same patch he'd disturbed earlier, one hand brushing the dirt aside while the other reached casually toward the pale green stem poking out of the ground.
He yawned, still holding the cigar between his lips, and muttered, "Let's get this over with."
"Oi! Watch out—!" Ridan shouted too late.
Poof!
Another puff of pale mist burst from the base of the Hidun Grass.
Hazuki inhaled it without even realizing. A soft breath in. Then out. He blinked once, scratched his neck, and plucked the stalk clean from the soil.
Nothing.
No wobbling. No collapsing. No bubbles on the mouth this time. Just a slight shrug.
Ridan froze mid-air, eyes wide. "...The hell?"
Hazuki pocketed the grass into a side pouch, then turned to look at Ridan with half-lidded eyes. "Something wrong?"
Ridan floated a little closer, inspecting him. "You inhaled that again. Directly. And you're fine."
