Takasugi smiles, the lighting of the cockpit softening a countenance that, for once, isn't twisted into something sharp. A familiar lack of serenity... It's no surprise that he's fine with being engulfed by a beast like this.
He runs his hand over the nearest console again, more deliberate. A caress, appreciation of the whirring within that sounds more animalistic than machine.]
Are you taking it out? [Changes the subject, if only to keep himself from becoming to settled. From letting the memory of Mikazuki, blood smeared across his face in a way that's beautiful to behold, sink into a sight that he'd crave.
It may be too late. It may have already been, before he'd stepped foot into the monster's gut.]
this got a lil gay
Takasugi smiles, the lighting of the cockpit softening a countenance that, for once, isn't twisted into something sharp. A familiar lack of serenity... It's no surprise that he's fine with being engulfed by a beast like this.
He runs his hand over the nearest console again, more deliberate. A caress, appreciation of the whirring within that sounds more animalistic than machine.]
Are you taking it out? [Changes the subject, if only to keep himself from becoming to settled. From letting the memory of Mikazuki, blood smeared across his face in a way that's beautiful to behold, sink into a sight that he'd crave.
It may be too late. It may have already been, before he'd stepped foot into the monster's gut.]