[Oh yes, something about hell. Always something about hell - can't forget that, or their status as bad boys could be called into question.
Though, really, there was no blazing trial that left Takasugi in this situation. Calculated kill after calculated kill - he wasn't impatient. The boy never rushed into a fight on impulse, though perhaps he should have, given the state of his resources.
It was the error of assuming that all students he left bleeding on the ground would have some form of supply on them. But the last bastard didn't even have a map, much less food or water.
Heh.
Well, he didn't have a map or any of that either, so he supposed he shouldn't be too judgemental. You're alright, whatever-kun laying bloody on the beach.
Takasugi tilted his head from side to side, a slight action of consideration towards Kamui's assertion. And then he raised an eyebrow - almost impressed with the other's number.] Seven - you've been busy.
[He had five himself, a lower number that should have been bolstered by his being in better condition but-
He'd just have to make up for it when they met again.
Another drink taken, slower this time, and he's pressing back against the tree to stand.] Going to make it eight? [He was well aware of his vulnerability, but he was even more aware of the fact that if Kamui wanted him gone - he'd be gone. So the question was delivered as nothing more than a wry joke.]
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Though, really, there was no blazing trial that left Takasugi in this situation. Calculated kill after calculated kill - he wasn't impatient. The boy never rushed into a fight on impulse, though perhaps he should have, given the state of his resources.
It was the error of assuming that all students he left bleeding on the ground would have some form of supply on them. But the last bastard didn't even have a map, much less food or water.
Heh.
Well, he didn't have a map or any of that either, so he supposed he shouldn't be too judgemental. You're alright, whatever-kun laying bloody on the beach.
Takasugi tilted his head from side to side, a slight action of consideration towards Kamui's assertion. And then he raised an eyebrow - almost impressed with the other's number.] Seven - you've been busy.
[He had five himself, a lower number that should have been bolstered by his being in better condition but-
He'd just have to make up for it when they met again.
Another drink taken, slower this time, and he's pressing back against the tree to stand.] Going to make it eight? [He was well aware of his vulnerability, but he was even more aware of the fact that if Kamui wanted him gone - he'd be gone. So the question was delivered as nothing more than a wry joke.]