[Of course there's going to be a reaction - Takasugi expects recourse or immediate disgust.
Both is a pleasant sight. For the brief moment he's afforded a glimpse, he sees the anger contort her face. Thin lips, narrowed eyes wild with repulsion, and yet somehow she shakes less than she had when she'd been left licking her own wounds.
Anger rests well on her.
The slap connects because he allows it; Takasugi isn't a glutton for pain, but despite the ringing in his ear or the scrape up his arm as he steadies himself on the wall behind, he wants nothing more than to feel that connection.
Head turned, hair obscuring bandage and eye, he lets out a sigh before turning back to her. With his face splattered in blood, bridge of his nose darkening with bruises, he still smiles.]
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Both is a pleasant sight. For the brief moment he's afforded a glimpse, he sees the anger contort her face. Thin lips, narrowed eyes wild with repulsion, and yet somehow she shakes less than she had when she'd been left licking her own wounds.
Anger rests well on her.
The slap connects because he allows it; Takasugi isn't a glutton for pain, but despite the ringing in his ear or the scrape up his arm as he steadies himself on the wall behind, he wants nothing more than to feel that connection.
Head turned, hair obscuring bandage and eye, he lets out a sigh before turning back to her. With his face splattered in blood, bridge of his nose darkening with bruises, he still smiles.]
You'll hurt yourself, doing that.