[ Even though Aki nodded at him and he understood the message being relayed, it still hadn't been enough time to unbound the tape from his forearm to rid himself of Power's body weight. So. The best of both worlds unceremoniously happens: Power's forehead graces the ground, Denji's nose buries itself into the canvas of the door. They groan simultaneously in a pained duet.

A few seconds afterward, his ass topples to the ground and he sits there, nursing his sore arm, red marks spiraling from his elbow to his wrist. That definitely took off a chunk of his arm hair. But Power probably has it worst. Peeking around the door, he spots her already worming her way past Aki to the kitchen to find something sharp to cut through her restraints — but she pauses when she spots Pochita, stopping to think for only a split second, then grabbing his body at both sides and working his blade against the thick tape at her ankles. Denji's too tired to stop her, so he lets his back lean into the door frame as he watches on. ]

G'job with all that repent stuff. [ No matter where Aki is at the moment, his hand finds his nearest body part and pats it. ] That reallllly sold the whole show. I don't even know what that word means, but whenever I copied you, she got even madder!

[ He snickers low, then makes a face as he starts rubbing at his again churning stomach. ]

Mmmguuh, hurts. Gotta rip a fart again.

[ When did he fart the first time… Actually, don't ask. ]