Maybe digging Add's face deeper into the dirt will be more annoying? Because Chikusa doesn't mind resting a bit more of his weight onto Add's head, not when it's such a simple thing to do. What's leaning forward, when it comes to using energy?
"Working well enough," he mutters, talkative half from absentmindedness. All of his attention is more on organizing his yoyo, getting it to the right row of needles packed tightly within its deceiving appearance. It'll be a good death. Slow, and painful. Enough to wipe that arrogant look from his face and that tone out of his mouth. And then, maybe then, he'll realize he shouldn't-
His adrenaline-hyped senses pick up the faint sound- something disturbing the foliage around them. He's too twitchy to take note of what it is, too paranoid that what he's worked so hard for will be ruined- Chikusa abandons adjusting his yoyo to twist about slamming it towards the source of the noise immediately. Crashing into the dynamo sends it bouncing a little bit away, and Chikusa pauses, staring after it with thinned lips. He doesn't know if that was automatic or guided, or even all in his head....
...But maybe he should spend a little more time on Add. Just in case. Clearly he hasn't learned anything, if he's still fighting like this. From where his foot had twisted against Add's head, grinding his face into the dirt more, he lifts it up and takes a step back.
"You need to pay more attention," he murmurs, drawing into a crouch. He'll ignore the ayakashi poison for now. Instead, he shifts his foot, stepping instead down onto the joints of one of Add's fingers. His whole weight bears down on it as he draws into a crouch, reaching out to dig his nails deeply into Add's scalp before yanking his head up. "I think..."
He doesn't bother to finish the sentence. Instead, seeking out some of the more exposed and tender parts of Add's neck... He sends a very short and very controlled spray- only a few needles perhaps- towards Add's neck.
But then... 'Short and controlled' only means so much with bullet ant venom.
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"Working well enough," he mutters, talkative half from absentmindedness. All of his attention is more on organizing his yoyo, getting it to the right row of needles packed tightly within its deceiving appearance. It'll be a good death. Slow, and painful. Enough to wipe that arrogant look from his face and that tone out of his mouth. And then, maybe then, he'll realize he shouldn't-
His adrenaline-hyped senses pick up the faint sound- something disturbing the foliage around them. He's too twitchy to take note of what it is, too paranoid that what he's worked so hard for will be ruined- Chikusa abandons adjusting his yoyo to twist about slamming it towards the source of the noise immediately. Crashing into the dynamo sends it bouncing a little bit away, and Chikusa pauses, staring after it with thinned lips. He doesn't know if that was automatic or guided, or even all in his head....
...But maybe he should spend a little more time on Add. Just in case. Clearly he hasn't learned anything, if he's still fighting like this. From where his foot had twisted against Add's head, grinding his face into the dirt more, he lifts it up and takes a step back.
"You need to pay more attention," he murmurs, drawing into a crouch. He'll ignore the ayakashi poison for now. Instead, he shifts his foot, stepping instead down onto the joints of one of Add's fingers. His whole weight bears down on it as he draws into a crouch, reaching out to dig his nails deeply into Add's scalp before yanking his head up. "I think..."
He doesn't bother to finish the sentence. Instead, seeking out some of the more exposed and tender parts of Add's neck... He sends a very short and very controlled spray- only a few needles perhaps- towards Add's neck.
But then... 'Short and controlled' only means so much with bullet ant venom.