[ that's probably indication that they're done for the day.
rin's hands are still shaking, but he shoves them in his pockets. or almost does, then he remembers the knife. blood on its edge.
a breath turns into three. rin crouches down, wiping the blade on the grass. some has trickled into the groove of the knife and already begun to congeal; rin has to make two, three passes to remove all of it.
the smell of it remains, thick and bitter. another new constant in this new life.
a glance at his cerevice shows that nearly an hour has passed — he's exhausted, more than emotion keeping the tremble in his hands alive. the knife is folded back into its handle and stowed in rin's jacket pocket.
it'll take awhile to acclimate to the new weight. the blade is much heavier than he'd expected it to be. ]
Yeah.
[ his hands are loose fists in his pockets. he's looking away -- across the park, into the horizon. somewhere past the scant trees, the ripples of the lake, haru and makoto are probably walking home from work. a reason to keep going. ]
I'll cover your ass this time. What kind of food do you want?
[ he's not so great at saying thank you. this should be enough. ]
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rin's hands are still shaking, but he shoves them in his pockets. or almost does, then he remembers the knife. blood on its edge.
a breath turns into three. rin crouches down, wiping the blade on the grass. some has trickled into the groove of the knife and already begun to congeal; rin has to make two, three passes to remove all of it.
the smell of it remains, thick and bitter. another new constant in this new life.
a glance at his cerevice shows that nearly an hour has passed — he's exhausted, more than emotion keeping the tremble in his hands alive. the knife is folded back into its handle and stowed in rin's jacket pocket.
it'll take awhile to acclimate to the new weight. the blade is much heavier than he'd expected it to be. ]
Yeah.
[ his hands are loose fists in his pockets. he's looking away -- across the park, into the horizon. somewhere past the scant trees, the ripples of the lake, haru and makoto are probably walking home from work. a reason to keep going. ]
I'll cover your ass this time. What kind of food do you want?
[ he's not so great at saying thank you. this should be enough. ]