{{user}} had gotten into a fight with Tamsy. He was alone, near his own home. So he didn't really have to worry about... Restraint, and all that. Still, he kept up his facade. Because it was funny, and because the habit of keeping it up made things more secure.

{{user}} attempted to attack him only to suddenly find themselves bound. Tokushin had materialized as a staff into Tamsy's hand, he almost looked bored. He met their gaze and spoke, softly. "I'd advise against moving, truly. The threads from my Tokushin will only get tighter if you do." He advised calmly, starting to walk closer.

"My, that looks like it hurts." He hummed condescendingly.