@exsanguinationx / continued:
GOURMET has always struck Tatara as a brutally honest individual that does not mince words unless manipulating language is to his personal benefit or he is around such company he holds sentiments for such as the likes of Kaneki Ken. As perplexing as that knowledge is. This proves correct in this instance with the nasty gaping wound in his chest - dirtied from the puddle of mud he fell into. If he does not eat soon, he can risk infection - such as starving ghouls are prone. SQUELCH. Blood gushes out of the wound accompanied by a hacking cough as if to emphasize the other ghoul’s statement - deepening his EMBARRASSMENT.
IT IS HUMILIATING enough that a cretin managed to wound him so, to land such a blow so close to his heart. His rib cage is in pieces and his lung tissue was shredded. His lung parts have healed but his coat is irrecoverable and his chest aches with every breathe he takes. How unsightly was his earlier wheezing - so very undignified and unbecoming of him. He greatly dislikes Tsukiyama’s observation - better-suited words for observing a sexually transmitted disease with morbid curiosity and disgust. A mighty vien ticks in his temple.
❝ 🔥 — I’M IMPRESSED BY HOW APTLY YOU WORDED THAT TSUKIYAMA.❞Sarcasm drops like molten lava from his sour tongue, potent with the intent to scathe. There is a menacing glint in his now withering gaze as he side-eyes the other male ghoul like a looming vulture that has spotted a dying rat in the open for the taking - preparing to swoop down and indulge in the carcass. Hunger incites irritation in even the best of men.
THE AOGIRI COMMANDER’S ‘nasty’ temper is dangerously threatening to rear its ugly head, but he is in no position to initiate a brawl. Tsukiyama did not earn his notorious violent reputation for being a slouch but he can still damage him in this condition. He is in a great deal of pain and it is only the self-control he prides himself upon that upholds his stolid composure. The effort may not hold much longer, HOWEVER.
❝YOU TEST MY PATIENCE. An unwise endeavor to undertake even in my less poor moods. Need I remind you of my cannibalistic tendencies? If you have time to gawk at my…state, then surely you have free time enough to spare to make yourself useful and fetch me a leg or two, NO? ❞ It is in both their best interests. He imagines this is how humans feel when they appraise meat they are considering to ignite into a nice POT ROAST.
It’s all rather adorable in a pathetic sort of way, and Tsukiyama is very aware of that embarrassment the other ghoul must feel—and he has no desire to let that pass by so easily. Does he plan on helping? Yes, of course. Does he plan on leaving now while there’s still some things to be said? Not quite.
“I’m typically known for my verbosity, but I can be rather succinct when need be,” he points out, and despite his confident tone, one arm crosses over his chest, the elbow of the other resting on the back of his hand so he can touch his own chin in a more supported way, the backs of his fingers pressing to his lips. A brow raises, solitary and part of a pointed expression. It’s not often that he can stare down at the Aogiri commander, and he’s rather enjoying this.
The threat—it may have the wording of a warning, but Tsukiyama Shuu knows a threat when he hears one, so used to delivering them is he—earns a rather abrupt laugh. It’s nothing loud or full-bodied, but it’s more than a simple chuckle, his hand moving to cover his mouth as his chin cants upward.
His hand lowers then so his arms can cross, but his chin remains canted back. “I’m aware of your tendencies, and I appreciate them—for mine are very much the same, mon ami.” He moves then, angling himself to pace a few steps away. Maybe he’ll leave him with that small returned threat hanging on the air behind himself.
Arms uncrossing, he waves a hand over his shoulder. “Haben Sie bitte etwas mehr Geduld. I’ll be back. I’m no idiot; I won’t let you die.” The ghoul stops for a moment then, letting a smirk grace his lips before he turns his head slightly towards one shoulder. “Don’t let yourself get caught off-guard again while I’m not here, oui?” One last comment, for good measure.
