Jonathan hides his panic well, but he finds himself forcing hamon from his very mouth to make certain he doesn't necessarily breath in any of that pollen himself The flowers give him an idea however- with a nod, he moves to a part of the tent near to them.]
Are the flowers a danger? [He asks, focusing on the fibers of the tent. He can only hope this works- channeling as much hamon through it as possible, until it can feasibly repel what flows against it. But if the flowers are a worry...]
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Jonathan hides his panic well, but he finds himself forcing hamon from his very mouth to make certain he doesn't necessarily breath in any of that pollen himself The flowers give him an idea however- with a nod, he moves to a part of the tent near to them.]
Are the flowers a danger? [He asks, focusing on the fibers of the tent. He can only hope this works- channeling as much hamon through it as possible, until it can feasibly repel what flows against it. But if the flowers are a worry...]