[Ferran lets a slow breath out of his nose. He didn't have high hopes for this guy's attitude, but that doesn't mean he enjoys being right about it.
With clear reluctance in his posture, he raises a hand and gestures towards where the fallen post once stood—and another one appears in place with a red glittery flash, minus the actual things that made it light. Close enough; someone can add the essential parts later.
Not much he can do about the mess, but he's done his part. With that done:]
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With clear reluctance in his posture, he raises a hand and gestures towards where the fallen post once stood—and another one appears in place with a red glittery flash, minus the actual things that made it light. Close enough; someone can add the essential parts later.
Not much he can do about the mess, but he's done his part. With that done:]
What's this whole tantrum about, anyway?