[While the dog remained unconscious, Kanda had simply waited. Debated. He could have cleaned the layers of blood steadily drying on the man's skin, hardening clothes into what promises to be chafing discomfort all around, but... a part of him wonders, still, if the mere scent of so much blood would be enough to trigger the mindless berserker he'd come face-to-face with in the streets of Old Town.
Sitting on his stool outside the field, Kanda let his thoughts drift back to the riots. To the Company man he could only assume had been assigned to this one. The one Kanda had found dead, limbs scattered, and truth be told - he hadn't been sure if that had been the rioters, or the dog biting the hand that feeds.
Either way, that the Dog had been utterly lost, had surrendered with vicious glee to his most carnal, predatory instincts was undisputed.
Hell, the bastard had looked at him like he was the latest bit of prey, before Kanda had shot him almost point blank to the man's temple.
Worse, was the way the crowd had reacted in seeing their tormentor go down.
He'd had to shoot several before they'd taken the hint, allowed him to leave the streets with his dubious prize thrown over his shoulder.
And now?
Now it sits there, calmly listening to the animalistic grunts and growls, watches the way this man pulls at his chains like a dog unused to being kenneled.
This, he thinks, is going to be a long fucking night.]
Oy, mutt. Knock it off already. I'm not dumb enough to use half-assed restraints on you, so you're wasting your time.
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Sitting on his stool outside the field, Kanda let his thoughts drift back to the riots. To the Company man he could only assume had been assigned to this one. The one Kanda had found dead, limbs scattered, and truth be told - he hadn't been sure if that had been the rioters, or the dog biting the hand that feeds.
Either way, that the Dog had been utterly lost, had surrendered with vicious glee to his most carnal, predatory instincts was undisputed.
Hell, the bastard had looked at him like he was the latest bit of prey, before Kanda had shot him almost point blank to the man's temple.
Worse, was the way the crowd had reacted in seeing their tormentor go down.
He'd had to shoot several before they'd taken the hint, allowed him to leave the streets with his dubious prize thrown over his shoulder.
And now?
Now it sits there, calmly listening to the animalistic grunts and growls, watches the way this man pulls at his chains like a dog unused to being kenneled.
This, he thinks, is going to be a long fucking night.]
Oy, mutt. Knock it off already. I'm not dumb enough to use half-assed restraints on you, so you're wasting your time.