[ He nearly punches him in the mouth. Mostly in startled indignation—sucking on someone's wrist is kind of... much? Yusuke isn't deeply violent, so he just goes rigid instead, but Shu'd certainly deserve getting socked in the face; for such an aloof man, he didn't seem to have any issue invading his personal space whenever he felt like it.
Besides, is he drinking? That can't be right. ]
I never said you could speak for me.
[ It's true that it doesn't hurt much anymore, but Yusuke looks exasperated anyway. His arm's held just as taut as it was before, if not moreso; he retracts it slightly when Shu lifts his mouth to laugh (what a dick?), impatient. He cautiously unwinds his fingers to see how the wound's doing, and it triggers no fresh pain. It's obviously still there though—bleeding freely—so how was he doing that? ]
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Besides, is he drinking? That can't be right. ]
I never said you could speak for me.
[ It's true that it doesn't hurt much anymore, but Yusuke looks exasperated anyway. His arm's held just as taut as it was before, if not moreso; he retracts it slightly when Shu lifts his mouth to laugh (what a dick?), impatient. He cautiously unwinds his fingers to see how the wound's doing, and it triggers no fresh pain. It's obviously still there though—bleeding freely—so how was he doing that? ]
...It doesn't feel like anything.