[He doesn't even get the chance to reprimand the lady before Yoimiya shows up. At first, he feels this burning anger, a fire somewhere in the room that flares up and makes itself known by pure aura alone. The next, his eyes glance over in the direction of where this aura is coming from, its radiation coming closer and closer. He doesn't need to be told or even see who it's coming from, he knows instinctively that it's the one person who you would never dare to try that kind of thing with him in front of. He's already seen her go after a sea monster that tried to take him away from her- this lady doesn't stand a single chance against the fire that is Yoimiya.
He watches her slap the woman's hand away and just...takes a step back. Clamps his mouth shut, and doesn't interfere. He may be a Fatui Harbinger, feared by those who stalk the battlefield by name alone, but this isn't a fight he's going to dare enter. She's got this one. Even when she starts saying awful, terrible things to Yoimiya, he knows better than to step in. Normally, he would, as it's so disrespectful, but the look on his girlfriend's face tells him that she will handle this.
The woman's face grows red, looking between both Yoimiya and Tartaglia, furious that she isn't getting her way here. The Harbinger only gives the woman a smug look, as if she's getting exactly what she deserves here, shrugging. You induced her wrath lady, and now you're going to pay for it. But it seems the lady has other plans, and even after Yoimiya's poisonous warning, the lady decides to take matters into her own hands-
You condescending bitch, how dare you-!
-and winds back with her open palm to attempt to slap the Queen of the Summer Festival right across the face.
Unfortunately for that lady, her boyfriend moves faster than anyone in that room can follow, having already seen the wind up coming from her body shifting before her arm even came up. His hand is around her wrist before it can even reach halfway to Yoimiya, anger boiling up inside of him that she'd even dare touch her in his presence, his grip tight and unforgiving.]
Lay a finger on her and I'll ensure you won't have a hand to touch anything with next time.
[His tone of voice is even, smooth, but deep and dangerous. The drunk woman stares back at him in shock before someone else from their table ushers her back into her chair, Tartaglia letting go with a glare that would send any Fatui recruit shaking back to their tent for fear that their Lord Harbinger might just kill them in their sleep. He turns to his girlfriend, jerking his head in the direction out of the dining area, no longer wanting to be here and knowing if he stayed that it wouldn't end well for someone.]
C'mon Yoimiya, let's go.
[And he'll lead her right out of the room into the hallway, so they can talk and clear their heads.]
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He watches her slap the woman's hand away and just...takes a step back. Clamps his mouth shut, and doesn't interfere. He may be a Fatui Harbinger, feared by those who stalk the battlefield by name alone, but this isn't a fight he's going to dare enter. She's got this one. Even when she starts saying awful, terrible things to Yoimiya, he knows better than to step in. Normally, he would, as it's so disrespectful, but the look on his girlfriend's face tells him that she will handle this.
The woman's face grows red, looking between both Yoimiya and Tartaglia, furious that she isn't getting her way here. The Harbinger only gives the woman a smug look, as if she's getting exactly what she deserves here, shrugging. You induced her wrath lady, and now you're going to pay for it. But it seems the lady has other plans, and even after Yoimiya's poisonous warning, the lady decides to take matters into her own hands-
You condescending bitch, how dare you-!
-and winds back with her open palm to attempt to slap the Queen of the Summer Festival right across the face.
Unfortunately for that lady, her boyfriend moves faster than anyone in that room can follow, having already seen the wind up coming from her body shifting before her arm even came up. His hand is around her wrist before it can even reach halfway to Yoimiya, anger boiling up inside of him that she'd even dare touch her in his presence, his grip tight and unforgiving.]
Lay a finger on her and I'll ensure you won't have a hand to touch anything with next time.
[His tone of voice is even, smooth, but deep and dangerous. The drunk woman stares back at him in shock before someone else from their table ushers her back into her chair, Tartaglia letting go with a glare that would send any Fatui recruit shaking back to their tent for fear that their Lord Harbinger might just kill them in their sleep. He turns to his girlfriend, jerking his head in the direction out of the dining area, no longer wanting to be here and knowing if he stayed that it wouldn't end well for someone.]
C'mon Yoimiya, let's go.
[And he'll lead her right out of the room into the hallway, so they can talk and clear their heads.]