that darkness isn't anything his hound can trace; too alien, too incomprehensible to put a name or descriptor to. a reality that puts Fushiguro on edge, squares his thin shoulders and sets his jaw. still, he's met enough people already who believe that parasitic creatures are commonplace (here's looking at you, Natori)-- best not to jump to conclusions.
his dog trots back to his side. whines, and settles its chin against his leg. idly, he combs his fingers through its fur. ]
Are you hurt?
[ yeah, hi to you too, Fushiguro. no mincing words, with this one. ]
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[ mm. sounds fake, Monts!!!!!
that darkness isn't anything his hound can trace; too alien, too incomprehensible to put a name or descriptor to. a reality that puts Fushiguro on edge, squares his thin shoulders and sets his jaw. still, he's met enough people already who believe that parasitic creatures are commonplace (here's looking at you, Natori)-- best not to jump to conclusions.
his dog trots back to his side. whines, and settles its chin against his leg. idly, he combs his fingers through its fur. ]
Are you hurt?
[ yeah, hi to you too, Fushiguro. no mincing words, with this one. ]