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[WHO] Kamui, Fuuma.
[WHAT] It's an emo confrontation?
[WHERE] Somewhere along the streets.
[WHEN] After this thread.
It was happening again. The painful throbbing feeling of irritation (and perhaps something else even, but he refused to acknowledge that) that Kamui often felt whenever he had to deal with Fuuma. He was running blindly, unsure of where he was going ro why he was going there. Kamui hated to think that he was running away from his problems or a person even, but that idiotic hunter only seemed to elicit such actions in response all the time. It was a maddening thing, but Kamui felt lost on how to behave otherwise.
There was no proper explanation as to why he was running this time. Instinct had simply taken over and he had moved before he had even properly realized it. In his fists, he still clutched Fuuma's knife, unable to bring himself to break it or throw it away. Why--...
Kamui shook his head.
He didn't know anymore. Anything. Maybe it was the hunger deadening his senses or maybe--
No. That was an option he wasn't ready to explore yet or even begin to ponder on. No matter what, Subaru always had to be first. Definitely.
Eyes dulling lightly at his own distressing thoughts, Kamui unconsciously slowed his pace slightly. He glanced over his shoulder once, wondering if he would actually be chased down this time.
[WHAT] It's an emo confrontation?
[WHERE] Somewhere along the streets.
[WHEN] After this thread.
It was happening again. The painful throbbing feeling of irritation (and perhaps something else even, but he refused to acknowledge that) that Kamui often felt whenever he had to deal with Fuuma. He was running blindly, unsure of where he was going ro why he was going there. Kamui hated to think that he was running away from his problems or a person even, but that idiotic hunter only seemed to elicit such actions in response all the time. It was a maddening thing, but Kamui felt lost on how to behave otherwise.
There was no proper explanation as to why he was running this time. Instinct had simply taken over and he had moved before he had even properly realized it. In his fists, he still clutched Fuuma's knife, unable to bring himself to break it or throw it away. Why--...
Kamui shook his head.
He didn't know anymore. Anything. Maybe it was the hunger deadening his senses or maybe--
No. That was an option he wasn't ready to explore yet or even begin to ponder on. No matter what, Subaru always had to be first. Definitely.
Eyes dulling lightly at his own distressing thoughts, Kamui unconsciously slowed his pace slightly. He glanced over his shoulder once, wondering if he would actually be chased down this time.