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[shoals]

This is a post for voice testing things. Everything will be terrible, don't look, senpai.

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[shoals]

[Aoba's used to violence, he'd set up Blue Square so long ago because his capacity to care for other humans just isn't enough to include compassion. Or another way of saying it is he doesn't like other people. But even to someone like him the clean efficient way Mikado wields the knife, like he has every right in the world, like it doesn't excite him--the way Mikado smiled the first time--is enough to be kind of disturbing.]

[The man jerks when the knife enters his skin, but he barely has time to wake before he's dying.]

[ballpoint]

[ his hands twitch and he blinks, and that's all of what could be called a "reaction" that shows on mikado. it's absolutely something that's enough to be seen as disturbing - not only did he just take a man's life, but did so with a face that doesn't seem to show anything that's like regret.

he steps back, and- ]

...Ah...

[ ...oops. he'd been standing a little too close, and had been lightly caught in the spray of blood that stabbing a man in the jugular gives off. of course, they wear dark clothes on these outings so it barely shows, but this isn't something he wants to leave as any kind of trail, once the police are called in a few days by the neighbours when this apartment starts to smell. ]

[shoals]

...That was careless.

[Aoba's not sure if Mikado is terrifying or fascinating or a bit of both, that he can take the blood splatter and barely react. But they can't exactly escape with Mikado bloody and they can't exactly use the man's apartment to clean up and risk leaving evidence either.]

[ballpoint]

[ absently, a hand comes up to touch against blood that had sprayed onto his face - until, he realizes that he's wearing thick gloves. if there's a flag that goes up in the back of his mind, warning him that it's pretty bad he's disappointed over not being able to feel someone's blood between his fingers, it's obscured by thick black smoke. ]

--Aa, it was. For now, I could turn my sweatshirt inside out... Eeh, but then to find somewhere completely unrelated to dispose of it....