Nngh. Good. You're alive. [ as he staggers to his feet, wounds make themselves known. sharp pain cuts through the haze and his body bends to accommodate damage to his right shoulder, from mid-back to collar bone. this creature had ripped through the both of them, one after the other. knees attempting to buckle, he mumbles incoherently before he nods reluctantly. well, shit. ]
I-I didn't even see anything... [ he tries to clear his throat and cut through this daze somehow. all the while idly wondering why it feels as if someone has put hydrogen peroxide on his cuts. it stings and bubbles and feels warm, just slightly. god, it would really be nice if he could concentrate. ] M'not feeling so good, I --
[ he freezes in delayed response when he notices mukuro freezing up to listen. okay, what the hell was that thing. because it definitely wasn't either of them. chewing on his bottom lip, he whispers. ]
well you know what they say, once you matou... you will probably die
I-I didn't even see anything... [ he tries to clear his throat and cut through this daze somehow. all the while idly wondering why it feels as if someone has put hydrogen peroxide on his cuts. it stings and bubbles and feels warm, just slightly. god, it would really be nice if he could concentrate. ] M'not feeling so good, I --
[ he freezes in delayed response when he notices mukuro freezing up to listen. okay, what the hell was that thing. because it definitely wasn't either of them. chewing on his bottom lip, he whispers. ]
w-we should just run.
right?