Gyuutarou gives a long lick to the cheek of the shinobi pillar in question. A giggle escapes his mouth, tired eyes focusing on the "pretty boy". "Nah, maan. You are like, not even that delicious, maan." Maybe it was his own poison ruining the taste? Damn.
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despite his best efforts, uzui can feel himself slipping in and out consciousness. while this certainly wasn’t the worst case scenario, it was pretty up there. after all, his wives and the younger demon hunters managed to get away with their lives. his own is a small price to pay for that. even if his wounds and the poison’s pain are starting to mount to a ( nearly ) unbearable level. only winners survive. looking back on his own words, he begins to wonder if that’s true.
the lick at least makes him grip onto staying awake, upper lip curling as his remaining eye focuses on the demon that has him captured. gyuutarou, his mind supplies.
“ give me a few days, when i’m back to my flamboyant strength, then, “ then he could try to escape. well, if only the thread of his sister going to kill his wives wasn’t ever present. “ i’m sure my taste will exceed anyone you’ve ever eaten. “