...Wiku-chan. [he uses Buzen's name for her in this instance, as if the name could somehow -- pull her back? Snap her out of it? He moves closer, opens his hands palm up as if showing her can somehow convince her that the rest of him is undamaged,]
[ He lifts his hand and she flinches back, as if burned. A snarl escaping her lips, looking to him as if she were a wounded animal backed into a corner; her gaze switching between his fingers and to his face, reading every move he makes.
She's really just Grace at the end of Ready or Not after getting stabbed. If you don't know this reference I'll sob.
Wicked swiftly reveals her hands from underneath her blanket, both coming to hold Itsuki's hand. Her fingers twitch, like they want to curl into his knuckles and leave red crescents in her wake. ]
[ Perhaps it’s his voice that brings her back, or just the swiftness of this sudden sensation of refracting, but she begins to settle down. Slowly regaining her composure, something she has been struggling to keep afloat as the night goes on.
She holds his hand, her expression shameful. ]
Ah… why did you come. Hope it wasn’t for good company.
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His eyes widen,]
...Wiku-chan. [he uses Buzen's name for her in this instance, as if the name could somehow -- pull her back? Snap her out of it? He moves closer, opens his hands palm up as if showing her can somehow convince her that the rest of him is undamaged,]
I'm fine, promise. He didn't hurt me.
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She's really just Grace at the end of Ready or Not after getting stabbed. If you don't know this reference I'll sob.
Wicked swiftly reveals her hands from underneath her blanket, both coming to hold Itsuki's hand. Her fingers twitch, like they want to curl into his knuckles and leave red crescents in her wake. ]
You can't... die again, Itsuki...
I'll kill everyone.
[ LIKE... DEADASS. ]
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he'll wait patiently as he sits still, and his patience is rewarded by the warmth of Wicked's hands in his.]
...Thank you, Wicked. [he deadass said thanks,
unfortunately he's yan adjacent himself to understand what she means. that she just doesn't want to lose him, and a part of him is soft for that]
I promise I won't die again. Not when I've got you and Buzen and the others looking after me.
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She holds his hand, her expression shameful. ]
Ah… why did you come. Hope it wasn’t for good company.
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Came to bother you of course. ...You hungry? I can make something for you.
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But no, she's probably one of those bitches who fucking HATES eating leftovers. ]
Mm... I haven't ate... thought I'd pass out and skip out on this if I did.
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