[Tendrils of anger curl through Kanda, spark down his spine, makes the skin on his knuckles burn with the need to plant his fist in the older man's face.
To bash in an expression that finally comes to life at what seems his own expense, until there's nothing left but blood on his knuckles.
It's unconscious, the way his fist draws back, muscles tensing to deliver an unforgiving blow.
(Bloodlust is a dangerous path for people like him - leaves him little better than the Company dogs, or the shattered kids that hadn't made it through the military's experimentation and like hell would he let a ghost bring him that low.
Not like them. Those kids too weak or too broken to endure.)
Inhuman control stays his hand then, forces it down before he can act - enough, at least, to shove the man back in his seat before letting go with a disgusted look.]
Lucky you.
[His voice is still tight, body wound with an inflexible control as he sneers at the man.]
Still. We're even, asshole. That's all I give a shit about.
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To bash in an expression that finally comes to life at what seems his own expense, until there's nothing left but blood on his knuckles.
It's unconscious, the way his fist draws back, muscles tensing to deliver an unforgiving blow.
(Bloodlust is a dangerous path for people like him - leaves him little better than the Company dogs, or the shattered kids that hadn't made it through the military's experimentation and like hell would he let a ghost bring him that low.
Not like them. Those kids too weak or too broken to endure.)
Inhuman control stays his hand then, forces it down before he can act - enough, at least, to shove the man back in his seat before letting go with a disgusted look.]
Lucky you.
[His voice is still tight, body wound with an inflexible control as he sneers at the man.]
Still. We're even, asshole. That's all I give a shit about.