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@ ladytakamaki
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jurisdick ( it's funny how when one sense is heightened, all others seem to fade. or, at least, that's usually the case, but given the past few hours, akechi would highly disagree with that sentiment.
the cleaning alcohol assaulting his various gashes is insufferable, nearly as bad as his wounded pride. it's remarkable he hasn't started cursing - at least, not audibly so. shouldn't he be more focused on the raw hurt in the core of his chest? shouldn't he be focused on the indescribable rage swirling in his heart? shouldn't he be bitter, shouldn't he be running off into the night rather than just sitting there in the cramped confines of the attic of that trash?
he'll runaway later. he'll disband from these idiots and their pompous, goody-two-shoe ways later. right now he needs to recover his strength and ignore the way it feels so have so many sets of eyes on him not in awe, but in utter disbelief and hate. because if it isn't hate, what else could it be?
he'll never be like any of them. )
Your futon is going to be ruined at this point, Kurusu. ( he mutters it, not even caring if the leader of the gang hears him or not. instead, he props his leg up higher on the futon and works at cleaning a particularly nasty cut near his ankle. ugh, this is beyond embarrassing, almost as bad as the thieves beating him in the first place. )
the cleaning alcohol assaulting his various gashes is insufferable, nearly as bad as his wounded pride. it's remarkable he hasn't started cursing - at least, not audibly so. shouldn't he be more focused on the raw hurt in the core of his chest? shouldn't he be focused on the indescribable rage swirling in his heart? shouldn't he be bitter, shouldn't he be running off into the night rather than just sitting there in the cramped confines of the attic of that trash?
he'll runaway later. he'll disband from these idiots and their pompous, goody-two-shoe ways later. right now he needs to recover his strength and ignore the way it feels so have so many sets of eyes on him not in awe, but in utter disbelief and hate. because if it isn't hate, what else could it be?
he'll never be like any of them. )
Your futon is going to be ruined at this point, Kurusu. ( he mutters it, not even caring if the leader of the gang hears him or not. instead, he props his leg up higher on the futon and works at cleaning a particularly nasty cut near his ankle. ugh, this is beyond embarrassing, almost as bad as the thieves beating him in the first place. )
