[Chuuya doesn't hesitate. He doesn't pause to wonder why his prey isn't running away, because something like that is no longer important to him. His face is expressionless, eyes dark and cold as he charges into Dazai, pushing him to the floor and landing on top, pinning him by the shoulders.
His orders are clear, and they're all that matters. Bite, infect - he can't infect Dazai, but in his current state he doesn't know, or doesn't take his own knowledge into account, because he's not here to make opinions for himself. He roughly pushes Dazai's face to the side and leans down.
And stops when Dazai's speaks.
No, those words don't matter. Why would they matter? Nothing here matters.
Those bandages won't stop him either. Chuuya closes that distance and bites, tasting blood and fabric, spitting out the latter in annoyance before leaning back down, lapping up hot red blood like he's starving.]
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Date: 2022-08-23 10:19 pm (UTC)His orders are clear, and they're all that matters. Bite, infect - he can't infect Dazai, but in his current state he doesn't know, or doesn't take his own knowledge into account, because he's not here to make opinions for himself. He roughly pushes Dazai's face to the side and leans down.
And stops when Dazai's speaks.
No, those words don't matter. Why would they matter? Nothing here matters.
Those bandages won't stop him either. Chuuya closes that distance and bites, tasting blood and fabric, spitting out the latter in annoyance before leaning back down, lapping up hot red blood like he's starving.]