[ He looks for all the world like a scolded child with his knees pulled up to his chest and face buried in the crook of his arm. Majima's comfort isn't exactly wanted right now, but he doesn't have it in him to rebuke him. Izō weakly swats at him in a half-hearted attempt to get him to leave him be.
He does want the comfort, he's just being fussy. It's so hard to feel normal after losing himself so completely; the line between Karasu and himself got extremely thin during that tussle.
He lifts his head long enough to yell. ]
I don't let no one talk t' me like that! No one!! [ He rests his chin on his folded arms so he can at least be heard. ] Ain't gonna let him do it, either...
[ He's gonna be sulky for awhile. The immediate rage has left him, at least, but now he's empty and exhausted. ]
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He does want the comfort, he's just being fussy. It's so hard to feel normal after losing himself so completely; the line between Karasu and himself got extremely thin during that tussle.
He lifts his head long enough to yell. ]
I don't let no one talk t' me like that! No one!! [ He rests his chin on his folded arms so he can at least be heard. ] Ain't gonna let him do it, either...
[ He's gonna be sulky for awhile. The immediate rage has left him, at least, but now he's empty and exhausted. ]