[Atsushi would certainly like to say he isn't the type of person who panics and jumps back a foot when a ball of flame comes at him, but that would be a lie. He jumps back a foot and only by the grace of god does he not trip over something.
At least it's very clearly an accident, judging by Salieri's reaction.]
I-I'm very sorry!
[...Atsushi realizes he probably isn't the one who should be apologizing here, but! It seemed like the best thing to say at the time!]
?! [Atsushi is right in thinking that. Salieri's brow turns quizzical all for the span of a second before pinching together once more in defeat. He can feel the heat radiating at the back of his throat... just why did he expect things would go smoothly for a first encounter?
Salieri doubts gesticulating is going to do any good, but perhaps he can try something else to move this along. He shakes his head, and then poorly imitates holding what seems to be an invisible glass.
He gestures tilting said glass back, as though drinking it. Do you understand, Atsushi???]
[Whether he's understood correctly or not, Atsushi is definitely ducking into the nearest shop/restaurant/bar/whatever and asking for a glass of water. Which he soon returns with and offers to Salieri.]
[As he watches the younger person leave, Salieri must admit to himself then and there that at least he was able to run across someone with good intention. From what he's seen so far, the town is only as hospitable as one makes it. For now, all he can merely do is place his trust in this boy... although he wonders if the same can be said vice versa.
When Atsushi returns Salieri takes the glass and hesitantly brings it to his lips.
What happens then quickly dissolves into a series of sputtering coughs and gasps. Smoke escapes with every breath and it gradually passes he manages to wheeze a:] Thank you.
[WHEEZE. He's fine, really. Salieri weakly hands Atsushi the now empty glass back.]
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At least it's very clearly an accident, judging by Salieri's reaction.]
I-I'm very sorry!
[...Atsushi realizes he probably isn't the one who should be apologizing here, but! It seemed like the best thing to say at the time!]
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Salieri doubts gesticulating is going to do any good, but perhaps he can try something else to move this along. He shakes his head, and then poorly imitates holding what seems to be an invisible glass.
He gestures tilting said glass back, as though drinking it. Do you understand, Atsushi???]
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[Whether he's understood correctly or not, Atsushi is definitely ducking into the nearest shop/restaurant/bar/whatever and asking for a glass of water. Which he soon returns with and offers to Salieri.]
I hope this helps...
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When Atsushi returns Salieri takes the glass and hesitantly brings it to his lips.
What happens then quickly dissolves into a series of sputtering coughs and gasps. Smoke escapes with every breath and it gradually passes he manages to wheeze a:] Thank you.
[WHEEZE. He's fine, really. Salieri weakly hands Atsushi the now empty glass back.]
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[Atsushi takes the glass. He'll have to return it later, but first comes making sure this man is okay.]
Are you alright? ...Does this happen often?
[Sometimes people just breathe fire.]