Am I what, ( comes the snap, clouded with a venom not normally found anywhere near kirma’s vicinity, let alone welling up from within him, specifically. it’s clearly a no, even if the question hasn’t been fully spoken. kirma doesn’t so much as spare him a glance, as they march out of the arcade, steps heavy with the weight of desires unfulfilled. it hasn’t been a complete strikeout of a night, but once the blood was rinsed from his fingers, so too did any satisfaction whirl with it down the drain. and then—
here they are. the halls, quieter, the tinny noises of games and enticements still audible. kirma releases kizuna’s wrist, takes a step onwards without him, and then finally pivots to hold out a slightly less antagonistic paw. a concession he forces himself to make as he tries to choke down the seething currents deep within him, the tension of the struggle filling his body out to the fingertips. )
And what was wrong with the people?
( a bit of small talk will suppress the misplaced urge to savage kizuna like a feral animal, surely. )
no subject
here they are. the halls, quieter, the tinny noises of games and enticements still audible. kirma releases kizuna’s wrist, takes a step onwards without him, and then finally pivots to hold out a slightly less antagonistic paw. a concession he forces himself to make as he tries to choke down the seething currents deep within him, the tension of the struggle filling his body out to the fingertips. )
And what was wrong with the people?
( a bit of small talk will suppress the misplaced urge to savage kizuna like a feral animal, surely. )