[the feed flickers on and off for the first few seconds, before the camera records shakily - random pictures: the sky, the insignia of a
broadcast station, white metallic... membrane. The communicator's owner finally deigns to show up, blood everywhere:on his hands, his hair, his clothing, his tonfa. On his prefect badge. With him is a token all
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Then why did you bother making it?
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...how many more left?
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[She glances over her shoulder at him a moment before she pulls another knife out from a the strap around her thigh that is carrying several more.]
But you can keep decorating if you want to.
[And after saying that she hops down from the pile of rubble and continues onward, her eyes scanning above for any Harpies that may be nearby waiting for a chance to strike.]
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[ He really can't say what possessed him to make this. To hoist it. What caught and kept his interest. It's not a bad piece, really, for a makeshift organ spread. He breaks out of his reverie - blood loss, has to be - and trails after the girl distantly. ]
Show me how you kill.
[ They're strangers, but they're not stupid. She can't be here to play. ]
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... especially with the trophy Hibari's just stuck on it. ]
The hell?
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Gokudera Hayato.
[ Nods once in acknowledgment. ]
You're intact.
[ CONGRATULATIONS??? A curious, almost measuring glance: after all, they're already bloodied and dirtied and worn, surely they can fit another random match in there... ]
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[ Like the boss cares about your acknowledgments!1! Tiredly eyeing Hibari right back--which is to say with less irritation than usual. ]
Take that downstairs if you want to keep it.
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You mean to blow up my building.
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It seems vaguely wrong to laugh at desecrated remains, but Yamamoto's still a little battle-happy so he can't quite tamp down the chuckle.]
Marking your territory, huh?
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This isn't my territory. Takeshi Yamamoto -
[ The One Deadpan to Rule Them All. Also, staring. ]
Your dog will grow diseased.
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But speaking of the dog-]
Nah, he's got a strong constitution! [Oh, cool, there's doggy drool dripping down the side of his face. Scrub, scrub, scrub.] Kind of a sloppy groomer, though, haha!
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Blink. Blink. Bliiiiiink.
Until both of Hibari's hands oh-so-tenderly reach out for Yamamoto's exceedingly slobbered head, getting far more blood on in the process...
...of trying to peel the gd dog off. ]
The prefect is confiscating this.
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Sew one better.
[ - oooooooooooood. ]
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What colour? And don't say red like blood, hahi!
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Red isn't a Namimori colour.
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