[ kirei's attention is like a creeping vine: its growth is slow but interminable. judgement is meted within moments, but his mild-mannered front reveals nothing of his conclusions. ]
I do what I must. Such a thing deserves no praise.
[ only then does he drop his stance, muscle beneath unassuming cloth losing its rigid outline. here he is once again, a man no more dangerous than the cross hanging from his neck.
a droplet of blood falls from his fist, landing in a noiseless splatter on the tiled bathroom floor. ]
Yet you - you are piqued by it. [ softly, though there's a flicker of interest in the question. ] Why?
making bloodspattered the new sexy. feel like you'd relate
I do what I must. Such a thing deserves no praise.
[ only then does he drop his stance, muscle beneath unassuming cloth losing its rigid outline. here he is once again, a man no more dangerous than the cross hanging from his neck.
a droplet of blood falls from his fist, landing in a noiseless splatter on the tiled bathroom floor. ]
Yet you - you are piqued by it. [ softly, though there's a flicker of interest in the question. ] Why?