[The way Takasugi just watches him is irksome. He doesn't want -- or require help, but it's goddamn rude. Like someone staring at prosthetic leg or a derelict nurse short a few volumes of One Piece. His Actual Hand rests openly over the once-upon-a-gaping-wound, phantom-ish pain still lingering.]
Isn't that why you came here?
[That's still unclear, actually, but how the fuck's Takasugi tryina sic him on the monster while his organs are still perfecting? He ends up nudging at his companion -- trying to brush him aside. The things preparing to launch (like a cat preparing to pounce) and he'd like a clear shot....]
if u wont deny it then it must be true
Isn't that why you came here?
[That's still unclear, actually, but how the fuck's Takasugi tryina sic him on the monster while his organs are still perfecting? He ends up nudging at his companion -- trying to brush him aside. The things preparing to launch (like a cat preparing to pounce) and he'd like a clear shot....]