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They’re all running, the thing is chasing them and the vines get closer.
Every time it gets closer Inumaki uses his voice and each time it gets hoarser, more strained, more pained.
Running across that rooftop, slipping on tiles that crack after footsteps as vines chase and grab.
His voice is blood, their blood soothes.
He falls as Fushiguro and Kamo run, they’re still fighting.
Inumaki, he’s hurling up blood trying to drink the tonic he carries.
They search for a knife, a switchblade, they fumble and result in nothing.
Theres a nervous glance at the strained Inumaki.
“Inumaki-san”
he looks. Time, theres not enough time for comfort with that thing.
They step, over the slippery cracked tiles, the pace is rushed and anxious.
“Please forgive me for this,”
a confused blank look,
They grab his jaw, crashing into Inumaki they bite the tip of their tongue off, blood gushing into their mouth they smash their mouth against his forcing his jaw open with their hand and are pushing blood into his mouth with the rest of their tongue.
Inumaki makes a panicked sound pushing against them in instinct as blood floods his mouth, sweeter than the taste of his own blood against his tongue.
They hold a hand against his throat, they open their eyes and look into his,
"𝘴𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘵"
his eyes are confused, a little bit scared
“𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦"
he swallows their blood, choking it down with his own against a mangled throat.
They release their press against Inumaki, theirs blood covering both their mouths and dripping down their chins.
“Sorry about that Inumaki-san, but that tonic wasn’t working much for you”
He has a hand against his own throat looking at them, it feels good, strong.
They stand up holding a hand out for Inumaki, he gets up.
“Suppose we should go help don’t you think Inumaki-san?”
They look at him playfully, he looks back
“salmon”
They giggle and stick their tongue out, intact and unharmed,
“Lets go then.”