His whole body feels like it could disintegrate at any moment, clearly attempting to reject the foreign object that is Azathoth's tentacle pulsing on his skin but the pain is diluting ever so slightly. It must be one of his persona's powers- a type of regeneration but really he doesn't know if he prefers his half rotten hand or an amputated one.
His glare is obvious, his lips flattened while his nostrils flare. He forces himself to breathe slowly, trying to calm himself down but this Akira(or Ren's) words hurt. He couldn't believe him right now. "I make you what?" His lips fall, the angry tension easing off of him as he raises a brow in confusion. "Why would I- tch, I- do you think I am obsessed with you or something? Was your Maruki supposed to be like that?!"
"Either ways if I had to make you do anything I would make you fix this-!" There's a ring of orange around his eyes as the right side of his clothes shimmer- a moment of weakness as his eyes crinkle in pain as the right side of his all white suit materializes to his torn therapist attire. The previous burn marks on his arm are replaced with green pulsing around them then there's a drop.
Then another drop.
Maruki's eyes follow down to stare at cylindrical shells at his feet. No that's-!
"Oh my god those are bullets..." Bullets laced in his own blood now poking out of his skin- as if Azathoth was doing live surgery on him. No wonder he couldn't feel his own hand. "..."
"Hn-! Hn-! Hn-!"
His breaths grow short as his hand shakes. "You've...I don't know what I did to you okay? I swear it."
"Though right now I should be worrying about myself. Clearly." There's no way knowing if he could attack him again and he doesn't want to risk turning his back around someone he's not sure how to predict. "Toss that gun away- then I will leave."
TW: body horror
His whole body feels like it could disintegrate at any moment, clearly attempting to reject the foreign object that is Azathoth's tentacle pulsing on his skin but the pain is diluting ever so slightly. It must be one of his persona's powers- a type of regeneration but really he doesn't know if he prefers his half rotten hand or an amputated one.
His glare is obvious, his lips flattened while his nostrils flare. He forces himself to breathe slowly, trying to calm himself down but this Akira(or Ren's) words hurt. He couldn't believe him right now. "I make you what?" His lips fall, the angry tension easing off of him as he raises a brow in confusion. "Why would I- tch, I- do you think I am obsessed with you or something? Was your Maruki supposed to be like that?!"
"Either ways if I had to make you do anything I would make you fix this-!" There's a ring of orange around his eyes as the right side of his clothes shimmer- a moment of weakness as his eyes crinkle in pain as the right side of his all white suit materializes to his torn therapist attire. The previous burn marks on his arm are replaced with green pulsing around them then there's a drop.
Then another drop.
Maruki's eyes follow down to stare at cylindrical shells at his feet. No that's-!
"Oh my god those are bullets..." Bullets laced in his own blood now poking out of his skin- as if Azathoth was doing live surgery on him. No wonder he couldn't feel his own hand. "..."
"Hn-! Hn-! Hn-!"
His breaths grow short as his hand shakes. "You've...I don't know what I did to you okay? I swear it."
"Though right now I should be worrying about myself. Clearly." There's no way knowing if he could attack him again and he doesn't want to risk turning his back around someone he's not sure how to predict. "Toss that gun away- then I will leave."