[Two buttons pop off Hakkai's shirt as Chikusa rips it open, and icy-cold water hits his skin, almost as painful and repulsive as the poison itself. He recoils, yanking his hand free of Chikusa's grip, and another button gives way with the recoil, pinging on the floor.
Gasping for breath, Hakkai grabs the edge of the table in an attempt to steady himself. His knuckles whiten, and his claws dig deep furrows into the wood.
Shock and fear are reverberating through his mind, and he flinches as water drips from his soaked shirt down across the burning blight, leaving little icy trails.
He has to get himself under control. He has to relax. He needs to let Chikusa finish cleansing the blight.
His claws cut deeper into the wood of the table, and the purple stains on his skin pulse and stretch further up his wrist and over his throat. There is a tiny tendril of purple following the dark-green mark across his right cheek, barely edging up over his jaw. Hakkai opens his mouth, chokes, and manages a single sentence.]
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Gasping for breath, Hakkai grabs the edge of the table in an attempt to steady himself. His knuckles whiten, and his claws dig deep furrows into the wood.
Shock and fear are reverberating through his mind, and he flinches as water drips from his soaked shirt down across the burning blight, leaving little icy trails.
He has to get himself under control. He has to relax. He needs to let Chikusa finish cleansing the blight.
His claws cut deeper into the wood of the table, and the purple stains on his skin pulse and stretch further up his wrist and over his throat. There is a tiny tendril of purple following the dark-green mark across his right cheek, barely edging up over his jaw. Hakkai opens his mouth, chokes, and manages a single sentence.]
Please -- wash it off.