Chikusa jolts up immediately at the slam of the door alone, reaction too fast for someone who was apparently asleep. In a heartbeat, he's upright, his legs half curled already and ready to propel him out of the small space. His hand reaches for his pocket in preparation to pull out- something. Anything. Fortunately, even as his brain remembers that he doesn't have his experienced weapons, it realizes that Ran isn't a threat.
Admittedly, that doesn't pull him out of the curled up and alarmed crouch he's in, but still.
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Chikusa jolts up immediately at the slam of the door alone, reaction too fast for someone who was apparently asleep. In a heartbeat, he's upright, his legs half curled already and ready to propel him out of the small space. His hand reaches for his pocket in preparation to pull out- something. Anything. Fortunately, even as his brain remembers that he doesn't have his experienced weapons, it realizes that Ran isn't a threat.
Admittedly, that doesn't pull him out of the curled up and alarmed crouch he's in, but still.
"...What?"