[That must be an interesting experience - Takasugi was only getting the remnants, the tremors and the cracks of bone that coursed down his aching arm as the knife ticked away at Kamui's flesh.
Though the only thing he really considered himself to be missing was the bright trail of red that would spring from the mangled hand when the knife was removed. A sight he hoped to be conscious to see.
The black ringing his vision brought that goal into precarious prospects.
Kamui standing up would crush his windpipe and press his final breath from his body on the whim of a chipper hop.
The worst part about this situation? He had to take Kamui's advice.
Takasugi let go of the knife, sliding fist into palm to slam his hands against Kamui's knee - standing with a food on a man's windpipe did no favors for one's balance. Whatever window was given to him Shinsuke would take, immediately rolling out of reach.
He'd meant to stand right away, but a short fit of coughing to regain his breath gave just a moment of delay before he was on his feet.]
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Though the only thing he really considered himself to be missing was the bright trail of red that would spring from the mangled hand when the knife was removed. A sight he hoped to be conscious to see.
The black ringing his vision brought that goal into precarious prospects.
Kamui standing up would crush his windpipe and press his final breath from his body on the whim of a chipper hop.
The worst part about this situation? He had to take Kamui's advice.
Takasugi let go of the knife, sliding fist into palm to slam his hands against Kamui's knee - standing with a food on a man's windpipe did no favors for one's balance. Whatever window was given to him Shinsuke would take, immediately rolling out of reach.
He'd meant to stand right away, but a short fit of coughing to regain his breath gave just a moment of delay before he was on his feet.]