( of course, it's not like konoe has the strength to fight back--- gasping in surprise as he's practically handled like a doll of sorts, which he is. it's not like the blood has suddenly made him stronger. no, it just controls what it has, and what it has is a somewhat average cat that certainly needs to be soaked to have any kind of weight... )
Whatever you have to do... just don't hurt me.
( because he's fragile? but also, it would probably be hard to explain to asato what's happening. he doesn't want to put the daemon in harm's way by putting a target on his back, even inadvertently. )
[ If only Konoe knew that Asato's already squashed Rokurou's face before....
But there's no squashing now; Rokurou tightens his grip around the cat, but as gently as possible while strapping him down against the river's call. He trudges away from the water, blinking rapidly through the bloodied rain, trying to find his way to some kind of shelter. ]
Ah, I should. You kissed me.
[ No beating around the bush there... ]
Do you remember? At Mori's.
[ If nothing else, maybe the memory will serve to distract Konoe from the siren call of the river while Rokurou tries to find a place to hunker down. ]
( it's starting to return to him. his youkai... that serpent wanted more than just a taste of the alcohol on rokurou's lips. she would've wanted him to indulge himself, enjoy the very few times of merriment that could come from a little bit of drink inside of the ramen shop. instead? konoe was flustered. even now, the feeling of heat is tickling his cheeks, returning the feeling there, and...
it's enough to at least prevent his body from struggling any further. )
I do... I think.
( konoe takes one breath, then another. though the feeling isn't returning to his limbs, he does get the sense that for now--- he shouldn't be trying to submerge himself. )
Don't think I'm going to do it again any time soon.
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Whatever you have to do... just don't hurt me.
( because he's fragile? but also, it would probably be hard to explain to asato what's happening. he doesn't want to put the daemon in harm's way by putting a target on his back, even inadvertently. )
... you look familiar.
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But there's no squashing now; Rokurou tightens his grip around the cat, but as gently as possible while strapping him down against the river's call. He trudges away from the water, blinking rapidly through the bloodied rain, trying to find his way to some kind of shelter. ]
Ah, I should. You kissed me.
[ No beating around the bush there... ]
Do you remember? At Mori's.
[ If nothing else, maybe the memory will serve to distract Konoe from the siren call of the river while Rokurou tries to find a place to hunker down. ]
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it's enough to at least prevent his body from struggling any further. )
I do... I think.
( konoe takes one breath, then another. though the feeling isn't returning to his limbs, he does get the sense that for now--- he shouldn't be trying to submerge himself. )
Don't think I'm going to do it again any time soon.
( pout! )