[ Maybe some things never change. Even though they're completely different and Shinpachi doesn't feel the slightest bit like himself anymore (although it's more of a mental sort of thing than anything else, considering how heavily he rejected the very idea of the ochimizu before), Chizuru is still sitting there with them, and she's still acting like usually, still offering them her every bit of help. As if they couldn't turn into bloodthirsty monsters anytime. Shinpachi's seen it far too often to believe there's not a risk even Sano or he might lose their mind eventually, no matter how strong they are.
But he - especially like this - wouldn't want to impose on her, and he's pretty sure Sano feels the same considering he only says she's too kind to them and nothing else. It's not like there's anything she can do for them anyway, right? They're the ones who made this choice, and they'll have to live with it.
It's just that living with it and not involving her is a lot harder when she's right there and bleeding and it's oh so obvious to anyone with a rasetsu's senses for blood. Shinpachi grits his teeth and tries to make it not seem too obvious, but the way he frowns at his bowl of rice is already saying enough about how he's trying to bite the thought of the blood back as well as he can.
But then there's something in the corner of his eye, something turning incredibly white, and as he turns his head slightly he realises it's Sano's hair. God, no, not now, come on, he's holding back too, isn't he-- (but at the same time he's also aware there's no such thing as holding back, it's not something you can just fight the way they do with everything.) ]
Sano! [ The name comes out as more of a hiss than anything else, and Shinpachi's hand lashes out to grab his best friend's wrist tightly, as if that'll make sure Sano won't just lose control entirely out of the blue. Just in case it could suddenly turn that bad. But small drips of sweat are already clinging to his headband as well as he tries so desperately to not let the same thing happen to him. Chizuru doesn't have to deal with this, not with both of them, not with either of them.
But the more he looks at Sano as if he's trying to will the others hair back to the usual red, he can feel himself slipping as well (he's so thirsty all of a sudden) and instead it's his eyes that turn red and his hair white.
He curses to himself and doesn't even want to look in Chizuru's direction just so he can maybe keep his actions under control, even if he can't say the same for his appearance - but he speaks to her all the same. What's important is making sure that she doesn't become the victim of their decisions, so-- ]
C-Chizuru-chan. You should leave.. [ For her own sake, so she doesn't get caught up in whatever might happen, they'll bear this somehow, they've dealt with plenty of shit in the past, so--
He squeezes Sano's wrist, as if he's clinging onto it like an anchor. ]
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But he - especially like this - wouldn't want to impose on her, and he's pretty sure Sano feels the same considering he only says she's too kind to them and nothing else. It's not like there's anything she can do for them anyway, right? They're the ones who made this choice, and they'll have to live with it.
It's just that living with it and not involving her is a lot harder when she's right there and bleeding and it's oh so obvious to anyone with a rasetsu's senses for blood. Shinpachi grits his teeth and tries to make it not seem too obvious, but the way he frowns at his bowl of rice is already saying enough about how he's trying to bite the thought of the blood back as well as he can.
But then there's something in the corner of his eye, something turning incredibly white, and as he turns his head slightly he realises it's Sano's hair. God, no, not now, come on, he's holding back too, isn't he-- (but at the same time he's also aware there's no such thing as holding back, it's not something you can just fight the way they do with everything.) ]
Sano! [ The name comes out as more of a hiss than anything else, and Shinpachi's hand lashes out to grab his best friend's wrist tightly, as if that'll make sure Sano won't just lose control entirely out of the blue. Just in case it could suddenly turn that bad. But small drips of sweat are already clinging to his headband as well as he tries so desperately to not let the same thing happen to him. Chizuru doesn't have to deal with this, not with both of them, not with either of them.
But the more he looks at Sano as if he's trying to will the others hair back to the usual red, he can feel himself slipping as well (he's so thirsty all of a sudden) and instead it's his eyes that turn red and his hair white.
He curses to himself and doesn't even want to look in Chizuru's direction just so he can maybe keep his actions under control, even if he can't say the same for his appearance - but he speaks to her all the same. What's important is making sure that she doesn't become the victim of their decisions, so-- ]
C-Chizuru-chan. You should leave.. [ For her own sake, so she doesn't get caught up in whatever might happen, they'll bear this somehow, they've dealt with plenty of shit in the past, so--
He squeezes Sano's wrist, as if he's clinging onto it like an anchor. ]