“I didn’t mean to stab you!” for nishitani // @nakazonoluck
“Ah, that changes everything, blind kid --”
He stares down at the nick along his side. She could have gotten him good, and he smiles as he traces the cut in his shirt, the torn flesh beneath. Watch out world, the blind kid’s annoying as ever, chatty as ever, and now she’s armed! The old man huffs out a laugh.
“That changes everything. Ya didn’t mean to, and that’s what matters. See, intent changes the impact. Blunts the knife, doesn’t it?”
His grin is toothy as he draws his fingers back, gone crimson with blood. She got him, alright. He paces himself -- she’s not the girl for this, and he tames the beast in his veins til it rests on the floor. Still, he feeds it what scraps he can allow it in her presence, a taste of his own lifeblood as he licks rough digits clean.
“But ya already know that’s BULLSHIT, don’t ya, blind kid? Shit. Who’d you think I was? You had that thing ready.” And Homare knows to stop talking, knows to apply pressure, but he’s not done teasing. He’s had a lot worse from a lot better.