#pspsps.

⠀⠀⠀⠀bitter warmth on tongue,⠀⠀hyperventilating ⁄ perspiring against some dying bark.⠀⠀his trusted bandana now blends in with his chest: pooling with a crimson from a source he cannot recall presenting itself; cream plaid soaked & dyed beyond reasonable repair.

these wounds … they know little healing — zero reprieve.⠀⠀he hasn't become acquainted with such a thing since he arrived, with anyone.⠀⠀yet somehow, this feels familiar.⠀⠀this carnage feels familiar.⠀⠀nothing more, nothing less …

      𝐎𝐇, 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌 𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐀𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒 𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐍 ! the reason behind their battle becomes lost in translation, they were relentless and dawn may be approaching soon. laughter echoes, hoarse as it was enthusiastic. shoulders rolled to ease tension, ❛ allow me to remind you ❞ it's rather gentle, a simple javelin toss of his trident to distract the other. dodging this assault wouldn't matter, even if it the middle 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆 landed through his neck. but this one was swift and agile enough to manage. mind pondered the thought of pinning him down, plucking his limbs off like a dragonfly.

      he sweeps across weathered terrain, dry leaves bristling from rapid movement toward his general direction. footing resembles a sporadic serpentine pattern, sanguine eyes flickering to predict where he was headed next. only then would sukuna tempt 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐄 and seek to ensnare him with all four hands, one for each appendage. so he can tear him apart from every angle if necessary. @chiratsuku