[ it would figure that one of the worst things for her to get caught in would happen just as she was turning in after being out most of the night. the first droplet that struck her hair made her pause, if only because there was something strange about it, something not right... and then it started to come down until it poured.
It had been maybe all of five seconds—if even—that she'd stood there paralyzed, her expression horrified as it drenched her hair, the white of her school uniform, her skin—everything including the world around her in red. she couldn't scream. she couldn't get it in her mouth. so she bolted, practically slamming herself against the wall of the nearest structure piece with enough of an alcove to get her out of the 'rain', letting herself breathe only then as it came out in a half sob. but, for all she wanted to get away from it, for all she felt like curling up in a ball as she hugged herself against the wall, she knew this wasn't her alone that must be out in this. while it may not have the same effect on them as it will on her because they aren't vampires, it doesn't make it necessarily any less awful for them.
slowly, she looks up back out across the campus from her spot, looking to see if anyone's around, if anyone comes by, if anyone needs help because they're not getting out of this—
( yuuki wouldn't be terribly upset if she remained alone, however, because she didn't need to see it to know her eyes were red, that there was a dim glow to them that shouldn't be there but is because because she can smell it, and her fangs are starting to ache. ) ]
[ 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. ]
of all the people to come across, she wasn't quite expecting him. but as yuuki makes eye contact with him, she's scared for him, because he needs to leave, why is he—
—no, the sound of his voice. is he...? something's wrong and for all of her fears of hurting him, there's a bigger fear of her doing nothing and okita suffering from that, too. she shifts, forcing herself to push away from the wall to follow it to close the distance between them. ]
Okita-san, what's wrong!
[ it does start to replay subconsciously in the back of her mind, the slow rewinding to recall her conversation with kondou and what he'd told her on their first meeting, but for the moment it's not clicking. ]
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W16D4 blood rain dance off.
It had been maybe all of five seconds—if even—that she'd stood there paralyzed, her expression horrified as it drenched her hair, the white of her school uniform, her skin—everything including the world around her in red. she couldn't scream. she couldn't get it in her mouth. so she bolted, practically slamming herself against the wall of the nearest structure piece with enough of an alcove to get her out of the 'rain', letting herself breathe only then as it came out in a half sob. but, for all she wanted to get away from it, for all she felt like curling up in a ball as she hugged herself against the wall, she knew this wasn't her alone that must be out in this. while it may not have the same effect on them as it will on her because they aren't vampires, it doesn't make it necessarily any less awful for them.
slowly, she looks up back out across the campus from her spot, looking to see if anyone's around, if anyone comes by, if anyone needs help because they're not getting out of this—
( yuuki wouldn't be terribly upset if she remained alone, however, because she didn't need to see it to know her eyes were red, that there was a dim glow to them that shouldn't be there but is because because she can smell it, and her fangs are starting to ache. ) ]
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. ]
omgomg (quietly slips in a game tag for you)
of all the people to come across, she wasn't quite expecting him. but as yuuki makes eye contact with him, she's scared for him, because he needs to leave, why is he—
—no, the sound of his voice. is he...? something's wrong and for all of her fears of hurting him, there's a bigger fear of her doing nothing and okita suffering from that, too. she shifts, forcing herself to push away from the wall to follow it to close the distance between them. ]
Okita-san, what's wrong!
[ it does start to replay subconsciously in the back of her mind, the slow rewinding to recall her conversation with kondou and what he'd told her on their first meeting, but for the moment it's not clicking. ]