[ In a move that surprises probably no one, he's already treading over the bottles before she finishes her sentence. There isn't even so much as a wince when he steps on a piece of glass; he gently kicks it to the side, green hue of the glass smeared with a touch of blood. ]
Ah, don't worry. I'm—built a bit differently. This doesn't bother me. [ he glances down at the bottles, eyes scanning over one of the pieces with a label that's still intact. ] Well, that bothers me. That was a good bottle of sake.
[ Wasted... what a shame. Even if he already spent his whole paycheck on a bottle of whiskey to pour one out for a friend gone, he would have drank this, too, given the chance.
From the other side, the ghostly blood begins to seep toward them. Whatever's haunting the bar really doesn't want them to go this way. It's a slow seep, too tacky to quickly fill the space. As if the spirit haunting the bar knows this, more blood begins to seep down from the walls to hasten the process of drowning them.
Some even drips from the ceiling, a clotted stretch leaking right onto Rokurou's bare shoulder. He doesn't even blink as it trickles down over the sculpt of his bicep, vivid crimson against sun-kiss tan. ]
Hmm... how about you check to see if anything's hidden along the bottles, and I'll check the shelves beneath the bar?
[ It's a long bar with odds and ends stuffed into every crevice and drawer. The back wall is also covered in bottles of all shapes, colors, and sizes. Something small could easily blend into either side—hiding alongside, inside, behind... they'll have to pay attention to everything they check. ]
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[ In a move that surprises probably no one, he's already treading over the bottles before she finishes her sentence. There isn't even so much as a wince when he steps on a piece of glass; he gently kicks it to the side, green hue of the glass smeared with a touch of blood. ]
Ah, don't worry. I'm—built a bit differently. This doesn't bother me. [ he glances down at the bottles, eyes scanning over one of the pieces with a label that's still intact. ] Well, that bothers me. That was a good bottle of sake.
[ Wasted... what a shame. Even if he already spent his whole paycheck on a bottle of whiskey to pour one out for a friend gone, he would have drank this, too, given the chance.
From the other side, the ghostly blood begins to seep toward them. Whatever's haunting the bar really doesn't want them to go this way. It's a slow seep, too tacky to quickly fill the space. As if the spirit haunting the bar knows this, more blood begins to seep down from the walls to hasten the process of drowning them.
Some even drips from the ceiling, a clotted stretch leaking right onto Rokurou's bare shoulder. He doesn't even blink as it trickles down over the sculpt of his bicep, vivid crimson against sun-kiss tan. ]
Hmm... how about you check to see if anything's hidden along the bottles, and I'll check the shelves beneath the bar?
[ It's a long bar with odds and ends stuffed into every crevice and drawer. The back wall is also covered in bottles of all shapes, colors, and sizes. Something small could easily blend into either side—hiding alongside, inside, behind... they'll have to pay attention to everything they check. ]