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[personal profile] scarsnstripes 2019-06-27 02:34 am (UTC)(link)
[Atsushi jumps a little in place when Vanitas grabs his belt, fumbling the bottle of iced tea he's grabbed for a few quick moments before finally he loses his grip on it and it falls to the ground with a thunk, rolling away.]

What's the big idea?!
Edited 2019-06-27 02:35 (UTC)
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[personal profile] scarsnstripes 2019-06-27 09:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[Shaken, but not lost. Atsushi would be more pissed if it was, honestly.]

What?!

[As it stands... yeah, he's a little bit pissed. Vanitas wanted him to what?]

Do you even realize what you're asking me?!
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[personal profile] scarsnstripes 2019-06-28 12:20 am (UTC)(link)
You don't get it. I don't... I don't really have control over my tiger form. It wouldn't just be you in danger, and there's... there's too many people here, all crammed into one house.

[He closes the fridge as Vanitas does that, frowning a little.]

Bad things happen if I let the tiger out, and I won't do that if I can help it.
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[personal profile] scarsnstripes 2019-06-28 01:55 am (UTC)(link)
[Atsushi watches the black smoke appearing in Vanitas' hand, curious. What is that?]

The yard is way too close to the house. There's no way I'm risking it, sorry.

[He says that, but... He looks considering as he accepts the offered bottle.]

...I'll keep that in mind, though. When the full moon comes... hopefully I can just stay indoors, but if something goes wrong I might need someone to stop me.

[Is he already considering contingencies? Yes.]
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CW: Gore

[personal profile] scarsnstripes 2019-07-01 12:29 am (UTC)(link)
[Atsushi might have stopped Vanitas from grabbing his chopsticks, but his words make him freeze, an oddly distant look of fear on his face. He knows that, of course. He knows the foundation can probably make him do whatever they like, if they decide to. Hell, he could think of a variety of ways that they could probably manage it, rousing the tiger.

But being reminded of that terrified him.

It made him think of pools of blood, dead bodies torn to pieces, barely recognizable. It made him remember the taste of blood not his own on his tongue. He--

He feels like he's going to throw up.]


....If that happens, you have full permission to do whatever you like to stop me.

[His voice is quiet, almost accepting. He clutches the cool bottle of tea in both hands, focusing on the sensation to calm himself. He's still present at least, so it's something.]