[Takasugi's hesitance gave Kamui the chance to assess his situation. Nerves were dulled, but not deadened - he could flex and press fingers into the dirt, could feel the seeping would through his hand, but it felt odd. He suspected the adrenaline rush from finding someone would alleviate that.
Or from a snarky asshole stealing his things and rubbing it in, to boot.
But Takasugi had stayed just out of reach, probably figuring he'd be angry, but wouldn't come after him right away. After all, he had a pretty serious injury to tend to, right?
With no supplies.
So he had nothing to lose, really, but also didn't have a good opening, so he's left to seethe, and wait, with blood rushing in his ears telling him to just go for it, just lash out at him, he deserves it...
It doesn't simmer down, the longer he waits, and he can't even really keep up his (forced, for now) lopsided grin.]
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Or from a snarky asshole stealing his things and rubbing it in, to boot.
But Takasugi had stayed just out of reach, probably figuring he'd be angry, but wouldn't come after him right away. After all, he had a pretty serious injury to tend to, right?
With no supplies.
So he had nothing to lose, really, but also didn't have a good opening, so he's left to seethe, and wait, with blood rushing in his ears telling him to just go for it, just lash out at him, he deserves it...
It doesn't simmer down, the longer he waits, and he can't even really keep up his (forced, for now) lopsided grin.]
No, it wouldn't.
[Just walk away, asshole, jeez.]