#juniper kaiser

The procedure was messy in their haste, but it was done. Even through the local anesthesia they could feel the dull ache of the exposed nerves. Pulling them further sent shockwaves up their hip but it was manageable. It would make the connection smoother once they grabbed the prosthetic.

Juniper shifts to do just that, but their eyes linger on their leg resting on the table. It was a sloppy amputation by their standards, and they hadn't been able to stop the blood from pooling. It snagged at something in their frazzled mind.

Kiida had never argued with them. Scolded, certainly. But they'd never seen her angry in a way that wasn't easily resolved. It had gotten personal fast, with her infuriating skill to pick at their brain. Even now, her words echoed in their head.

"You can be so impulsive, Juniper. A sloppy eater who expects others to clean up the mess their hunger made."

Their hunger? THEIR hunger? The gall of her to lecture them over hunger when she kept that boy at her side to slobber over her. As if she hadn't been planning to do the same thing they did. She was just mad Juniper had gotten to him first!

Yes, that was it. She was so fucking selfish. Who does she think she is, ruining their fun? How were they supposed to get their results now?

Their vision blurs and their thoughts jumble, still staring daggers at their leg. There was blood dripping out of the pan and onto their pant leg, but it rushed like a waterfall in their ears.

She wants to see hunger? Well they're starving.

The flesh yields easily under their teeth, just as easy as he had. It was bitter and sharp but Juniper swallows it down. Again and again, they couldn't stop themselves, even as their stomach roils in protest.

"There you go, making a mess again. What am I going to do with you?"

Their next bite comes back up before they can stop it. They curl in on themselves, sick splattering over their front and stinging the severed end of their leg. A hand scrambles to wipe the area clean, but it catches on something else. There's another burst of warm fluid over their hand. Juniper looks down.

Blood. Even more of it. Too much to stop.

A hand scrambles for the tourniquet on the floor, but their balance is off and they fall hard. A gag wracks their frame but their stomach has nothing left to give. Numbing hands fumble for the tourniquet even as they know it won't help. They were dying.

Juniper laughs. It's so intense it hurts. There was nothing else to do. Even as they laid there on the floor, with their vision going spotty, it wasn't the first thing on their mind. No.

Lupus Automata Character AMA part 2!!!! I had fun with these

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