It was the wild contrast between deadly thug and petulant child that both fascinated and amused him. It was hilarious really, adorable but funny as hell. The idea of how it all must look, if one were to stand as a third party to all this. Two monsters tittering and lightly bickering amongst each other like school children, a demon and a pretty ghoul face to face and holding hands in a macabre parody of total innocence. If there was one thing he made sure of... It was that the hand grabbed was his left. The right one, the gloved one, was kept away, locked on Gunji.
Three, and the pain was instant, like magma suddenly flowing through his veins, cracking bone and snapping tendons each and every one an explosion of agony. It forced the air right from his lungs, a pain he'd not experienced for a long time... at least, not in this body. Borrowed, stolen bodies that all broke and fell away to nothing eventually, sure, but his own? Only comparable to Sol's cannon, only second to that, but it was hard to outdo your entire side being blown away into smoking, smoldering atoms. Arm first, and then-
It was a fun game through the haze of pain, to guess what Gunji would do next. It took the boy only seconds to do it, and he couldn't be sure if he'd practiced... Oh that could be a question for another time though, he didn't want to ruin the moment with a goddamn survey. His next breath came in a rattling rasp next to Gunji's ear, his fingers dragging shallow furrows across the blond's shoulder with the arm that still yet worked, bright red arterial blood spattering out into the sugar snow spotted street. And like a ghoulish jackknife, his very bones were used against him, slicing through skin and muscle. The next exhale would be long, sharp, something deeply important punctured.
I'm impressed, would have been the words if he could get any air into them. To look into his eyes was to see a glassy expression of both rapture and pure agony, not a single scrap of lingering sanity to be found in them. As the blond ground lewdly against him, drooling both filthy words and actual spit, he took advantage of that close position, shivering as the young man's tongue dragged along his cheek before forcing himself forward to try and sink his teeth directly into the nape of Gunji's neck. Reciprocation, was the name of the game, of course. Keen to give back what he got, if nothing else so as to not be accused of being lazy later. He couldn't be inconsiderate, even going as far as to press his weight against the makeshift bone blade, against Gunji, wheezing as he did so. Clasping him tight with that free hand and willing the broken bone and tissue not to knit quite yet.
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Three, and the pain was instant, like magma suddenly flowing through his veins, cracking bone and snapping tendons each and every one an explosion of agony. It forced the air right from his lungs, a pain he'd not experienced for a long time... at least, not in this body. Borrowed, stolen bodies that all broke and fell away to nothing eventually, sure, but his own? Only comparable to Sol's cannon, only second to that, but it was hard to outdo your entire side being blown away into smoking, smoldering atoms. Arm first, and then-
It was a fun game through the haze of pain, to guess what Gunji would do next. It took the boy only seconds to do it, and he couldn't be sure if he'd practiced... Oh that could be a question for another time though, he didn't want to ruin the moment with a goddamn survey. His next breath came in a rattling rasp next to Gunji's ear, his fingers dragging shallow furrows across the blond's shoulder with the arm that still yet worked, bright red arterial blood spattering out into the sugar snow spotted street. And like a ghoulish jackknife, his very bones were used against him, slicing through skin and muscle. The next exhale would be long, sharp, something deeply important punctured.
I'm impressed, would have been the words if he could get any air into them. To look into his eyes was to see a glassy expression of both rapture and pure agony, not a single scrap of lingering sanity to be found in them. As the blond ground lewdly against him, drooling both filthy words and actual spit, he took advantage of that close position, shivering as the young man's tongue dragged along his cheek before forcing himself forward to try and sink his teeth directly into the nape of Gunji's neck. Reciprocation, was the name of the game, of course. Keen to give back what he got, if nothing else so as to not be accused of being lazy later. He couldn't be inconsiderate, even going as far as to press his weight against the makeshift bone blade, against Gunji, wheezing as he did so. Clasping him tight with that free hand and willing the broken bone and tissue not to knit quite yet.