[ ...What sort of healing is he playing at? Pretty sure bloodletting stopped being an actual form of medicine a couple centuries ago, guy. Yusuke cringes, instinctively balling his hand into a fist; he only stops himself from jerking away because it'd probably sting worse.
But this isn't exactly a walk in the park as it stands. His eyes flick up sharply, swallowing down his alarm in favor of a steely look. ]
I did not. Perhaps you're some sort of malevolent spirit.
[ He's pointedly ignoring that question, aggressively talking around it—it should be obvious that it hurts, jerkwad. He's the one making it worse before it gets better. Flatly, ]
Because if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were savoring this.
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But this isn't exactly a walk in the park as it stands. His eyes flick up sharply, swallowing down his alarm in favor of a steely look. ]
I did not. Perhaps you're some sort of malevolent spirit.
[ He's pointedly ignoring that question, aggressively talking around it—it should be obvious that it hurts, jerkwad. He's the one making it worse before it gets better. Flatly, ]
Because if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were savoring this.