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…He knew what she was offering. 

He didn’t like the thought. 

Making his way over to the couch, he plopped down on it and took a deep breath. “No. Not now.”

“That would end up a shitshow. If I just walked in here and came out with you dead because I took too much… because then I’d have to kill anyone who came in here looking for you. Any neighbors that saw or heard me - all of them, if I want to be safe. And then if that’s not enough and I end up arrested anyway, I’d have to kill every cop, every officer, every civilian that’s in whatever facility they take me to for questioning. After that, I would have to skip town, destroy my phone and get rid of anything that would lead back to that. That’s not even mentioning if they bring in anyone I know for questioning, like Rima. So that’s a hard no, not right now.”

Would that frighten her? Probably. But it was the truth. Things like that had happened to him before, in other realms.

As tempting as it was, he would have to pass. He had to keep a low profile so he didn’t get caught for any other murders. 

“I’ll just… stay a bit to get my strength up and then eat an animal or something.”

“...Well, damn, alright. I was just trying to be hospitable.” Hospitable, huh. In the sense of being a good host, or being willing to go to the hospital? For this kid, the two tend to blend together in quite the peculiar way.

Then again, this was quite the peculiar situation she’d gotten herself into this time, wasn’t it. Peculiar times call for peculiar measures, and sometimes those measures called for putting some blood in a sippy cup for the stupid bastard that barged into her house all bloodied up to take her steaks. Sometimes that’s just how life goes, apparently!

But not right now.

“Okay, okay, that’s...cool. Not gonna complain about keeping my blood. If you haven’t noticed, I’m kind of freaking out right now. That’s cool though, it’s cool. I’m cool.”

Are you, though?

Masako wandered back over toward Damian, squatting down to his level from a reasonable distance. Though, a reasonable distance from this god-forsaken immortal being was probably about 200 miles further away from where she watched. An ebb and flow of curiosity and apprehension left the girl swaying in place a bit--or maybe the stench of blood had finally started to make her dizzy.

Masako pulled out a kitchen knife, wielding it with both hands — a hardened warrior, a venomous snake — prepared to strike when proven necessary. In these past few weeks, she’d learned things she never thought possible. She had seen the darkest parts of the hearts of man, fighting through them with all of her might until her knuckles were bloodied and her legs refused to support her weight any longer. Stumbling through life on her own flimsy values, broken and bloodied and brittle — and for what?

To this, the stalwart soldier speaks:

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The Nitou apartment has turned into the complex’s designated doctor’s office. Torako usually sends tenants over there if they need some form of first-aid that isn’t immediately life-threatening, as most of them are pressed for cash and can’t be bothered to go out to a doctor’s office. Masako kind of likes the responsibility that comes with that. She takes these things very seriously! Torako finds it cute.

Masako thinks of Torako as a cool big sister type! She’s practically family, really. Masako would go to Torako for advice before Haruto.

 When she’s upset with Haruto, Masako skulks over to Torako’s apartment where she introduces Masako to shows she thinks the girl would like. Masako especially likes the ones where the lone hero rides a motorbike and kicks monsters into oblivion. Torako’s heart is filled with pride when she overhears Masako stomping around trying to imitate a rider kick. Then filled with dismay when the neighbors complain about the noise.