[Paled by the sickly light of the room, Mikazuki looks more horrified than curious. A muted propensity to learn - curiosity at its purest, just as subdued as the rest of the boy, had woven itself into Takasugi's understanding of his companion without him ever noticing.
He only sees it now, in its absence, faced with an equally dampened, but no less driven, inquisitiveness.
One that wonders how to react, rather than how to adapt.
There's no acclimating to things so foreign.
All Takasugi sees, spread isolated before them, are bodies as alien as the thousands he's cut through. Scales wrapping over shoulder and chest, flecking away from the skin beneath. Faces distorted with snouts and misshapen eyes.
His penchant for the monstrous doesn't extend to things there's no knowing.
Wide eyes, surrounded by translucent skin that whitens opaque only at the seems of features, follow him as he peels away from the row he'd walked down. He rejoins Mikazuki silently, looking over his shoulder to the thing with its mangled body.
Which of them does Mikazuki think is more human - himself or the abomination?]
Who knows. [It's all at once dismissive and acknowledging - he doesn't care to grope for an answer when they have none.
Instead, he plucks the file from the glass display in front of Mikazuki, and slips it into his top.]
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He only sees it now, in its absence, faced with an equally dampened, but no less driven, inquisitiveness.
One that wonders how to react, rather than how to adapt.
There's no acclimating to things so foreign.
All Takasugi sees, spread isolated before them, are bodies as alien as the thousands he's cut through. Scales wrapping over shoulder and chest, flecking away from the skin beneath. Faces distorted with snouts and misshapen eyes.
His penchant for the monstrous doesn't extend to things there's no knowing.
Wide eyes, surrounded by translucent skin that whitens opaque only at the seems of features, follow him as he peels away from the row he'd walked down. He rejoins Mikazuki silently, looking over his shoulder to the thing with its mangled body.
Which of them does Mikazuki think is more human - himself or the abomination?]
Who knows. [It's all at once dismissive and acknowledging - he doesn't care to grope for an answer when they have none.
Instead, he plucks the file from the glass display in front of Mikazuki, and slips it into his top.]