[Oh hm, that checks out. Dude's covered in blood, stammering -- nearly. He's quick to seize Takasugi's forearm, like a game of BopIt with limbs.]
I won't allow you to do as you please.
[He'll move then, sweep a leg beneath Takasugi's to trip him up, only he also won't allow him to shatter on the ground. His opposite arm catches him across the shoulders -- muscles straining in a peculiar, unexpected way for it. Nevertheless, he should softly find his way to the ground, belly up.
Stability is still a questionable thing throughout the room. He's feeling a sense of exigency -- a pressing need to seal his wounds, while a separate part of himself thinks to lean over and start lapping at those apertures like something starved. It's the exhaustion, the beast separate from themselves compelling him to act so rashly, that's all.]
If you won't listen, I'll make it so you won't wake for a month.
[Like a proper mother, only psychotic and abusive.]
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I won't allow you to do as you please.
[He'll move then, sweep a leg beneath Takasugi's to trip him up, only he also won't allow him to shatter on the ground. His opposite arm catches him across the shoulders -- muscles straining in a peculiar, unexpected way for it. Nevertheless, he should softly find his way to the ground, belly up.
Stability is still a questionable thing throughout the room. He's feeling a sense of exigency -- a pressing need to seal his wounds, while a separate part of himself thinks to lean over and start lapping at those apertures like something starved. It's the exhaustion, the beast separate from themselves compelling him to act so rashly, that's all.]
If you won't listen, I'll make it so you won't wake for a month.
[Like a proper mother, only psychotic and abusive.]