[ a rhetorical question that has the benefit of Rokurou's lack of self-reflection, in moments like this. try every way that he might to squirm and fuss his way out of the swordsman manipulating his body how he wants, once he has a determined goal, he's helpless against that superior strength. ]
[ there are more grunts — of realization, of Guanshan putting his palms in the now gritty paint to try and buck against him and prevent the ineviable... but when his face plants into that shallow puddle, his incredible wit only surfaces in an onslaught of air bubbles, drowning out what is undoubtedly a slew of colorful curses. fuck, it's up his nose — how is he ever going to get that out? will his baby nose hairs just be stuck together forever?! ]
[ when he rears out of the muck, he oozes vermillion and stained stand, fingers swiping his face to free room to breathe. it makes the whites of his eyes look starker, the pissed expression deepening the furrows the paint was too thick to seep into. his kicking heels aim at Rokurou's crotch, slamming brutally into inner thighs at the very least — but his attempts are repeated, not unlike a threatened horse's rearing hind legs. ]
I take it back, I'm choppin' it off instead'a lickin' it clean.
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[ a rhetorical question that has the benefit of Rokurou's lack of self-reflection, in moments like this. try every way that he might to squirm and fuss his way out of the swordsman manipulating his body how he wants, once he has a determined goal, he's helpless against that superior strength. ]
[ there are more grunts — of realization, of Guanshan putting his palms in the now gritty paint to try and buck against him and prevent the ineviable... but when his face plants into that shallow puddle, his incredible wit only surfaces in an onslaught of air bubbles, drowning out what is undoubtedly a slew of colorful curses. fuck, it's up his nose — how is he ever going to get that out? will his baby nose hairs just be stuck together forever?! ]
[ when he rears out of the muck, he oozes vermillion and stained stand, fingers swiping his face to free room to breathe. it makes the whites of his eyes look starker, the pissed expression deepening the furrows the paint was too thick to seep into. his kicking heels aim at Rokurou's crotch, slamming brutally into inner thighs at the very least — but his attempts are repeated, not unlike a threatened horse's rearing hind legs. ]
I take it back, I'm choppin' it off instead'a lickin' it clean.