[ Raucous laughter crackles on the edge of the daemon's shit-eating grin, full-bodied and straight from the chest. It's a gleam of teeth that doesn't fade when heels thrash down; Rokurou grasps out wildly, trying to catch both ankles in hand but misses, lacking his usual on point hand-eye coordination courtesy of knocking back a bottle before hitting the road.
Doesn't keep him from trying, again and again, when each new kick comes. Just a little closer, slower, c'mere c'mere c'mere— ]
Tell me somethin' I'll believe! My dick's your favorite thing about me.
[ Ain't nothing like diligence. Eventually he nabs a knobby ankle, and then the other one with triumphant hoot. Fingers cuffed and secured, he glances back over his shoulder toward where water foams against the shore—only a few feet away—before turning mirthful gaze back onto the redhead. ]
Sorry, sorry. I'll clean you up.
[ Sliding back on his knees, Rokurou drags Guanshan by the ankles slowly toward where the sealine, a neon-wet slog like drawing a bloody corpse to its watery grave, complete with manic serial killer smile. ]
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Doesn't keep him from trying, again and again, when each new kick comes. Just a little closer, slower, c'mere c'mere c'mere— ]
Tell me somethin' I'll believe! My dick's your favorite thing about me.
[ Ain't nothing like diligence. Eventually he nabs a knobby ankle, and then the other one with triumphant hoot. Fingers cuffed and secured, he glances back over his shoulder toward where water foams against the shore—only a few feet away—before turning mirthful gaze back onto the redhead. ]
Sorry, sorry. I'll clean you up.
[ Sliding back on his knees, Rokurou drags Guanshan by the ankles slowly toward where the sealine, a neon-wet slog like drawing a bloody corpse to its watery grave, complete with manic serial killer smile. ]