Tank was a good word for him, really it was. Arbitro had chosen Gunji to be one of his Executioners for a reason after all. The blonde was lithe in form, for all you knew, those muscles that rippled in cords down his chest and abdomen could have simply been there for show. But they weren't. The mad dog was built for battle. In fact, when strays fought him in the streets, often they'd mistake him from some junkie hyped up on enough Line to cause a heart attack.
See that's the thing, what you see really is what you get, tough and insane and insanely tough.
Gunji saw that smile, the expression of intrigue and delight on Chaos' face, it was all that was keeping him conscious really. The praise in those staring eyes, the joy behind a crazed smile. He fucking lived for it. "Happy Chaos to ya too~" Came the slurred words repeated back at him, Gunji having misunderstood the name for a greeting and what a fitting greeting it would have been. Leaning in towards the other as he tried to keep his bloodied hand from trembling. The pain was there, he couldn't deny it, the effects of it, however, didn't seem to register. It was like his body was trying to tell him to stop but the adrenaline only encouraged him more.
Chaos had him hooked in, line and sinker. Listening to the way he described what he saw? Shit, Gunji was smitten. People never got it and that pissed him off, the euphoria, the agony, the thrill of bleeding out. Honestly, if it wasn't for the fact he was losing blood right now, he would have been fully aroused already.
The concussion was there for sure, crazy thing was that Gunji had actually gotten used to having them by now. They helped him get a good night's sleep. But, being asked a question was new, no one really ever bothered to check just how fucked up he got. Rearing his head back on his neck, confusion clear in his over-animated expression.
"Huh? Horns? That what they are?" A smirk, followed by a chuckle as he pressed the back of his hand against his forehead, wiggling two-finger above his head. "Thought they were ears like a bunny..." Eyes closed as he grinned, swaying on the spot, clearly amused. " Horns." He said again, in disbelief. " What are ya eh? A fuckin' Angel~?!"
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See that's the thing, what you see really is what you get, tough and insane and insanely tough.
Gunji saw that smile, the expression of intrigue and delight on Chaos' face, it was all that was keeping him conscious really. The praise in those staring eyes, the joy behind a crazed smile. He fucking lived for it. "Happy Chaos to ya too~" Came the slurred words repeated back at him, Gunji having misunderstood the name for a greeting and what a fitting greeting it would have been. Leaning in towards the other as he tried to keep his bloodied hand from trembling. The pain was there, he couldn't deny it, the effects of it, however, didn't seem to register. It was like his body was trying to tell him to stop but the adrenaline only encouraged him more.
Chaos had him hooked in, line and sinker. Listening to the way he described what he saw? Shit, Gunji was smitten. People never got it and that pissed him off, the euphoria, the agony, the thrill of bleeding out. Honestly, if it wasn't for the fact he was losing blood right now, he would have been fully aroused already.
The concussion was there for sure, crazy thing was that Gunji had actually gotten used to having them by now. They helped him get a good night's sleep. But, being asked a question was new, no one really ever bothered to check just how fucked up he got. Rearing his head back on his neck, confusion clear in his over-animated expression.
"Huh? Horns? That what they are?" A smirk, followed by a chuckle as he pressed the back of his hand against his forehead, wiggling two-finger above his head. "Thought they were ears like a bunny..." Eyes closed as he grinned, swaying on the spot, clearly amused. " Horns." He said again, in disbelief. " What are ya eh? A fuckin' Angel~?!"