[Heat blooms on Takasugi's palm, hilt of the knife flush between his hand and the wound. His wrist twists, slight - enough to ensure the pain continues, but too subtle to butcher more muscle than it already has.
Slackened but for the working of his jaw, teeth serrating through swollen lip, Cain makes something twist in Takasugi's gut. Satisfaction, he calls it, because anything else is too troublesome.
He considers, as his chest rises and falls flush against Cain's back, delving his knife into the swell of Cain's neck.
But he needs help carrying these crates.
Takasugi leans closer, his breath giving sway to what hair isn't clinging to Cain's skin with sweat.]
I didn't.
[He has no intention to twist logic - no devotion to avoiding calling it anything but a lie.
Takasugi utters the confirmation without a smile. Not through decency. This has grown tedious.
Like being parched, but letting water rush through the cracks of his fingers, he releases his capture. Takasugi plucks the knife from Cain, burying it immediately back into the crate he'd been loosening. With a wrench of his arm it cracks open, lid severed almost in half by a run in the wood.
Weapons, packed neatly - exactly what he'd been looking for. Takasugi's smile returns.]
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Slackened but for the working of his jaw, teeth serrating through swollen lip, Cain makes something twist in Takasugi's gut. Satisfaction, he calls it, because anything else is too troublesome.
He considers, as his chest rises and falls flush against Cain's back, delving his knife into the swell of Cain's neck.
But he needs help carrying these crates.
Takasugi leans closer, his breath giving sway to what hair isn't clinging to Cain's skin with sweat.]
I didn't.
[He has no intention to twist logic - no devotion to avoiding calling it anything but a lie.
Takasugi utters the confirmation without a smile. Not through decency. This has grown tedious.
Like being parched, but letting water rush through the cracks of his fingers, he releases his capture. Takasugi plucks the knife from Cain, burying it immediately back into the crate he'd been loosening. With a wrench of his arm it cracks open, lid severed almost in half by a run in the wood.
Weapons, packed neatly - exactly what he'd been looking for. Takasugi's smile returns.]