[Alas, no, there is no amount of saying please that is likely to save Valmont now, if only because whatever fuckery has just been inflicted on Nagi here is not actually Schwarz-sanctioned fuckery in any capacity, and the fact of the matter is that these two men aren't so much concerned with Nagi's well-being in and of itself as they are making sure that it's very clear who is and isn't entitled to fuck with it.
With a wrenching twist to another part of the brain (which will likely feel like a brief stab of pain reminiscent of a really bad headache), Valmont's body will puppet itself up onto its knees, wobbling for balance as his arms jerk outwards to form a horizontal line. In the moments shortly after, his left arm bends at the elbow to bring his hand against his hip, and the other bends upward at an angle toward the sky.
I'm a little teapot, short and stout; here is my handle, here is my spout...]
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With a wrenching twist to another part of the brain (which will likely feel like a brief stab of pain reminiscent of a really bad headache), Valmont's body will puppet itself up onto its knees, wobbling for balance as his arms jerk outwards to form a horizontal line. In the moments shortly after, his left arm bends at the elbow to bring his hand against his hip, and the other bends upward at an angle toward the sky.
I'm a little teapot, short and stout; here is my handle, here is my spout...]