[Anytime! It's unfortunate that Luke doesn't take his own warnings seriously because he throws and waits to see if the glass will shatter. It doesn't, but he also doesn't have enough time to back up before the can ricochets off of the glass and collides right into his stomach for a suckerpunch. He's still agile enough that he doesn't fall but it's enough to knock the wind out of him as the can rolls away. A hand immediately comes up to his abdomen and he staring at the glass, but he at least has enough dignity to gasp out:]
--what? [Just for that, he's picking up the can again and he's preparing to throw it. He knows it won't help but he's kind of pissed? Angel please...stop him.]
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--what? [Just for that, he's picking up the can again and he's preparing to throw it. He knows it won't help but he's kind of pissed? Angel please...stop him.]