((Fujisaki starter for @culltheherd))
To say Fujisaki’s kneejerk reaction wasn’t anger would be a lie. But to say that anger wasn’t immediately drowned in a sense of overwheming fear would be an even bigger fib.
Avoid the issue. That had been the plan. Cowardly, perhaps, but it had become someone else’s issue to deal with. He still ever-so-vividly remembered the hot breath of snapping canine jaws at his heels. He couldn’t - Wouldn’t - Face that again. Call it selfish, but he’d planned to let the sick bastard do whatever he wanted in his body, regardless of the consequences. He’d never tried to pretend he was anything other than a selfish piece of shit, anyways. It wasn’t that he wasn’t pissed. Gods knew he wanted to throw a punch! But what could he really do!?
‘Avoid the issue’ went out the window when he just happened to see ‘himself’ across the street.
There was multiple issues with this. First of all: There was no reason for ‘himself’ to be in the city, was there!? He’d run a long way, and anticipated to never lay eyes on that person again. What was he doing so far from home? Second of all, and most importantly: He was in the vicinity of some body-snatching sociopath. He had no idea what sort of danger he was in, but it was enough to tuck his tail between his legs.
“Shit. Shit. Shitshitshit.” A string of less than refined words under his breath. He rapidly looked around him for an escape, but there was no street corner to dart behind. Like a deer in the headlights, he was left to stand still, and hope the oh-so-casual doppelganger didn’t catch wind of his presence.
