Jun 11, 2016
@rctting // cont.
his lips purse into a thin line as he stares upon the gruesome sight. the stench was terrible, his nose wrinkling at it, but he still made no moves to cover his face or anything of the sort. just simply stared with bewilderment. emerald hues switch between focusing on certain parts of the scene as if in a confused daze, not sure where to pay attention the most. they soon land on the back of the head of a certain bloodied girl, her voice snapping him out of his trance-like gawking.
he hesitates a bit before speaking, though not really outwardly afraid he’s certainly a bit wary. “ toga-chan... did you.. do all this? “
