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( closed to @luck ) your turn to die: sou hiyori
With varying vanities, from every part, they shift the moving toyshop of their heart.
With varying vanities, from every part, they shift the moving toyshop of their heart.
With varying vanities, from every part, they shift the moving toyshop of their heart.
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[ Those words come out sharper than he means them to. He swallows down the taste of iron in mouth. There's sweat beading on his forehead, and it takes an effort to keep his breath steady, but if he allows himself to stop then he's not sure he'll get back up. Hiyori, always so reasonable and careful, can be so stubborn at times like this. He's irritated enough about the refusal to answer to not want to accept any help, but he doesn't like the idea of Komaeda doing his dirty work either. It's only worthless, pathetic men who need another to do away with their demons.
Their fingers intertwine and their palms press together. Hiyori squeezes Komaeda's hand too tightly and his breath hitches as another wave of pain shoots through him. He forces that grip to loosen seconds later, giving it a gentler squeeze now, and he knows there's blood left on it. It wouldn't be wise for either of them to be alone now though. ]
Humans are capable of some tru--[ He suchs in a breath, a shudder running down in spine. ]--Truly marvelous things, aren't they? So don't worry... I won't let let anything happen to you.
[ He takes a few steps forward. His gait is slow. He feels weak and sluggish, and it's hard to keep his balance, but he has to keep going. But maybe it's enough that he keeps his husband with him, or maybe it's his hubris that allows him to? But he's never liked letting those he's taken under his wing out of his sight for fear that some interloper much scoop them up. ]
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[ Does he want both of them all that much? He doesn't seem to have such interest in Komaeda, though perhaps that's because he doesn't have fears in the same way that Hiyori does. How do you frighten a person who fears neither injury or death, but only despair? But even that he sees as something that will be felled. He's a talented individual, if a delusional one.
He wouldn't be surprised if the real goal was to experience Hiyori's talent first hand. But he's struggling to come up with anything better when his condition is so poor, and he knows the right way to make an i incision without doing permanent harm.
Ah, he hates the idea of adding another scar to his beautiful body... ]
Are you a good shot...?
[ He mumbles while already being able to guess at the answer. He'd have no reason to have held a gun before, so if he were to hold it in his hand it would be a matter of relying on his luck. ]
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[ He slips an arm around Komaeda's shoulders to offer himself some small amount of support. He can't lean on him too heavily, but even the little bit that he does is enough to keep him upright.
He squeezes the other's shoulder. It would be so much easier if he hadn't gone so far to wake him up. Then he wouldn't feel so indebted. But he does, and it seems as though he's the only one who can use a firearm. How unfortunate. But Hiyori is used to doing things himself, and so he doesn't quite worry.
He's already decided to protect both of them. He squeezes his shoulder, before pulling away and reaching into his jacket. He frowns as he looks to him before looking back to the scratches left behind. ]
... Komaeda-kun. If his goal is to kill both of us personally, then why not show himself again when one of us is already close to death?