⚠ // JUST FUCK ME UP MAN
Send me ⚠ to find my muse at the end of a trail of blood. [accepting]
@fujitagirls
Breathing was getting difficult. He didn’t know how long he’d been stuck in this alleyway, bleeding out, but he was fairly certain he’d blacked out and woken up again a few times already. His hand pressed against the wound on his stomach, and exhausted, pained eyes caught sight of the blood trail he’d created when trying to get home.
The girls were going up against Big Hero 6 again, and the girl in the yellow suit.. she had some kind of sharp discs. She’d thrown one at Hisa, trying to catch her off-guard, but Dashi had instinctively gotten in the way, and, well, the wound on his stomach was pretty deep. It might not have been as bad if he’d have gotten home and bandaged it, but as Chika had called for a retreat, he’d tried to follow over the rooftops, as usual, but a spasm of pain had made him mis-time a jump, and he’d fallen, slamming against a dumpster in an alleyway before hitting the ground. That had made things worse.
He’d tried walking, bleeding out, and he made it a fair distance before his legs gave out on him, and he took off his mask to try and give him more breathing access. He didn’t think he could go any further, now.
At least the girls were okay.












