[ souji is far from someone who needs help, but as soon as the first few drops hit the ground, that's when he knew he's in trouble. the last time he'd had a single drop of blood to drink had been—he can't even remember, weeks ago, it feels like months ago even more so now. the hunger twists and turns, grabs his chest in a vice-like grip that he almost suffocates.
he tries to steady himself, settles his hand against the wall to keep himself standing but the pain is already unbearable. it's no good like this, he has to find saitou before he loses his mind completely, green eyes shifting back and forth between their natural shades and red. he can already feel himself turning too, so he needs to leave, he needs to—
there's someone up ahead. someone he actually recognizes.
this is really bad. ]
You...
[ his voice is strained with the effort it takes him to handle the ache. he doesn't think he can say much more than that. ]
screams at this
he tries to steady himself, settles his hand against the wall to keep himself standing but the pain is already unbearable. it's no good like this, he has to find saitou before he loses his mind completely, green eyes shifting back and forth between their natural shades and red. he can already feel himself turning too, so he needs to leave, he needs to—
there's someone up ahead. someone he actually recognizes.
this is really bad. ]
You...
[ his voice is strained with the effort it takes him to handle the ache. he doesn't think he can say much more than that. ]