[ The thing is, Rin's been knocked around a few times already, wandered down to the basement and then wandered the hell back. Hospitals are shitty places to begin with, but add the crazy people, the mazes, the apparitions of his younger self wreathed in blood, and he's about ready to tear his hear out and find himself an Ambien or three. Nightmares are part of the grind when stress settles in, but the fucking Powerpoint was the icing on top of the cake. And Rin hates icing; it's bad for his diet and it tastes like sugary cement.
Which is why, disoriented and terrified, Rin's first reaction to the flurry of motion - topped with a gruff what that doesn't quite register as coherent - is violence. That said, he may be an athlete, but his idea of violence is wildly swinging arms and a glare that trembles more than it intimidates.
In fact, his intention is to headbutt the source of the disturbance to get it to stop.
This isn't a particularly well thought out plan. Rin knows this even as he careens forward, his breath hot in his lungs. Had he been a little less disturbed by what he's witnessed, he might have rethought his plan of attack, but sometimes instincts strike first. ]
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Which is why, disoriented and terrified, Rin's first reaction to the flurry of motion - topped with a gruff what that doesn't quite register as coherent - is violence. That said, he may be an athlete, but his idea of violence is wildly swinging arms and a glare that trembles more than it intimidates.
In fact, his intention is to headbutt the source of the disturbance to get it to stop.
This isn't a particularly well thought out plan. Rin knows this even as he careens forward, his breath hot in his lungs. Had he been a little less disturbed by what he's witnessed, he might have rethought his plan of attack, but sometimes instincts strike first. ]
Haa — !!