Jan 18
🧼 ( yukine @ yato )
[Send 🧼 for your muse to walk in on mine trying to wash blood off their hands.]
It was still a fairly normal thing for him, but how he'd come to loathe it. Ayakashi didn't bleed. They didn't leave much of any substance behind afterward. Living things were messy...
--Footsteps.
...That could be one of three people. Looking up just as the person came around the corner--
Oh. Why'd it have to be him. Yukine never did like it when he chose to use Hiiro for whatever his dad wanted. His body tense, he stared at the small blond, unsure of what to say, worried about how he'd react.