[Takasugi doesn't react to a familiar, distant voice, but the awareness of proximity. Knuckles brush over his skin, dulled sensation prickling where they pass over clammy skin.
Tugging at his yukata could be what hampers his balance, but it's probably the blood rushing from his head to well up on his stomach, and flow from his injured arm. Dizzied, with a bitter, acrid taste sharp in the back of his throat-
He reaches to grab Solomon's wrist with his injured hand, smearing blood where he holds. With a solid grip, Takasugi doesn't toss the man's arm away, but neither does he release it to resume wandering him freely.]
...fine. [Wait. He didn't say that whole thing-]
I'm fine. [Vision blackening, he can't even convince himself of his claim - but that doesn't matter. The only one he needs to fool is the monster who looks stupid with a worried look on his face.]
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Tugging at his yukata could be what hampers his balance, but it's probably the blood rushing from his head to well up on his stomach, and flow from his injured arm. Dizzied, with a bitter, acrid taste sharp in the back of his throat-
He reaches to grab Solomon's wrist with his injured hand, smearing blood where he holds. With a solid grip, Takasugi doesn't toss the man's arm away, but neither does he release it to resume wandering him freely.]
...fine. [Wait. He didn't say that whole thing-]
I'm fine. [Vision blackening, he can't even convince himself of his claim - but that doesn't matter. The only one he needs to fool is the monster who looks stupid with a worried look on his face.]