[Don't look so damn proud of yourself. He'd been impressed, dully, a moment ago, but now Takasugi just feels a fringe of exhaustion far deeper than any fight could imbue him with.
Vane almost made him into an idiot, thinking the guy was capable of anything other than being annoying.
A glance over the shoulder is all Takasugi offers. He's not relying on Vane, their bleeding captive is. If Takasugi had been alone, he'd just tie the bastard up and make him walk regardless of his state.
Petty details mentally established, the fervor of the fight has soundly diminished.
A more considerate partner might offer to pay for Vane's shirt, ruined by thickening bloodstain, but Takasugi doesn't think it's the worst look the blonde could wear. His gaze lingers, before he leads the way out of the cave and back to the forest.]
We're heading straight back. [They'll need to be prompt to deliver the man before he bleeds out.]
(i love vane) // end?
Vane almost made him into an idiot, thinking the guy was capable of anything other than being annoying.
A glance over the shoulder is all Takasugi offers. He's not relying on Vane, their bleeding captive is. If Takasugi had been alone, he'd just tie the bastard up and make him walk regardless of his state.
Petty details mentally established, the fervor of the fight has soundly diminished.
A more considerate partner might offer to pay for Vane's shirt, ruined by thickening bloodstain, but Takasugi doesn't think it's the worst look the blonde could wear. His gaze lingers, before he leads the way out of the cave and back to the forest.]
We're heading straight back. [They'll need to be prompt to deliver the man before he bleeds out.]