[Minatsuki remains eerily silent, looking blandly from Whitey over here, who looks about to piss himself, to this...incredible fresh hell that CERES has tossed their way. Her eye twitches, and Atsushi is going to hear a loud crack coming from her cracking the knuckles on her one hand, still buried in the garbage bag.]

Listen up, Creampuff. [Minatsuki's face contorts slightly into an irritable snarl. This is going to be risky---they're in close proximity to one another, and in his defense, this isn't his fault, so she doesn't want to be held responsible for hurting him.

Or maybe it is his fault, and he's just playing Pretty Pretty Princess. Could be that, too. Either way, she's still going to give him the spectacle (read: emotional trauma) of a lifetime. She inhales sharply.] Stay as goddamn still as you can, and move back as much as you can.

[Her one free hand goes up toward her earring, and yanks----she's bleeding, but the blood curls and extends into a whip-like tendril, which swiftly lashes at the garbage bag vertically.

And nothing happens. Minatsuki gapes, looking from the bag, to Atsushi, and back again, with a wild, fairly horrified look on her face.]

Oi! What the shit?! This is fucking plastic, dammit!