Sen-i-Sōshitsu

Watching the other become scrambled over a simple weapon had been quite amusing to her, though she supposed to further their confusions. Perhaps strike a bit of fear into the girl. 

Steadying Ryuko’s hand, forehead came to press against its barrel. A nasty grin crossing pale features, crimson iris’s locking on with cerulean. “Why don’tcha just get my life over with, then ya won’t need it anymore.”

        ❝ what, an`give you th`pleasure of bein`rid of me? ❞ sarcasm drips from the tongue as if it were VENOM along fangs; cerulean hues rolling as crimson stared her down.  ❝ ------ that an`i feel like you’d ENJOY it too much if i did. y`got that look in yer eye. ❞

with arm outstretched && finger on the trigger, a sigh passes through nostrils as ryuko simply STOOD there ---- there was no need to shoot anyone ( nor even OWN a gun for that matter ). && the sick, TWISTED grin that plastered itself along the other’s features didn’t help her case either. but two could call a bluff. dancing along trigger, index gently tapped against it before giving a full squeeze; heart not even missing a BEAT as the gun c l i c k e d with each pull of the trigger.

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“Quit your yappin’.” The younger twin frowned before she took the box of bandages out of her drawer before sitting next to her twin. Who else was going to take care of them if they didn’t. At this point, Ryuko wasn’t messing around. They were small, but she couldn’t help but just be a little worried. 

“The faster they’re patched up, the better. So shut up and give me your arm.” The teen huffed as she slowly peeled away the other’s arm that crossed against her chest as she started taping up some of the bigger cuts with the roll of bandages around her forearm. 

“So are y’gonna tell me what happened?” 

REACTION !! — bruised && broken | accepting

     ❝ oi, `m fuckin`fine. ❞

   its a huff of RESIGNATION rather than defiance as limbs fold over a frame RIDDLED with fresh cuts && bruises —- BATTLE WOUNDS from merely surviving the day at school ( or PRISON as she coined it ). there was zero arguing with her twin, lest she went on to have yet another fight to end the day. best to just AGREE, nod yes && let her have her way.

REACTION !! — bruised && broken | accepting

    ❝ `m not…. done with`em yet —– ❞

    though spoken through PAINED breaths, venom still manages to drip from tongue. with blade dug into cracked earth, vagabond finds herself using the crimson steel more of a PROP than actual weapon due to both fatigue && the sharp pains that continually shot through midsection. a FALLACY of ryuko matoi —- the belief that fighting was the ONLY way to survive in this world, && charging head first into the fray was the best way to deal with ALL of her problems.

                           he paused , expression inquisitive at first , shoulders shrugging ,  ❝  well technically , you’re TRYING to start a fight . if you find a new moped you don’t HAVE to .  ❞ there was no point in it , the fight , especially over a moped . IN ADDITION , their difference in size made it DIFFICULT to take her completely serious . a part of him hated judging a book by it’s cover , but sometimes it was just too hard to resist .

                           ❝   ——- buy you a new one ? there’s nothing wrong with yours , it’s just –  ❞ a pause , looking for the right word to describe the absolutely broken moped , but not finding it .   ❝ – it needs a little work . you look very resourceful , probably nothing you can’t handle , i’m sure . ❞

       as if on cue, the minute the words A LITTLE WORK is spoken by the larger, the wreckage decided that NOW was the time to crumble even more. oh if one wasn’t sure if ANNOYANCE had reached critical mass before, then it was more than apparent now by the way lids force themselves shut due to the sound of HOPE for the vehicle fading away into the wind; the glass of side mirrors shattering next causing body to recoil slightly.