Who knew? It wasn’t like they could summon up ayakashi for a training session. And without their lives on the line, Sousuke didn’t know if they’d have the impetus to reach that power again. But if this was anything like the rest of their challenges, they’d find a way to surmount it together and claim that power for their own. It was already theirs after all; it’d just take time to find it again. The main point was that it had to be them together, god and shinki. But all of that would have to come later, when they weren’t a beaten pair out a shoulder and a leg respectively.
On top of almost losing, Sousuke was already frustrated at the impending down time he’d have to deal with recuperating from a broken leg. Granted, he was glad to be alive, but still… Frustrating. Being told he couldn’t anything bothered him. Even if his own body told him that. He lingered on the water sheet spread over the alley floor. Maybe it wasn’t much, but it was necessary insurance.
‘Urusei. If she runs, I’m not chasing her through the city.’ Stubborn idiot. Sousuke didn’t know what the dog was going to do so better safe than sorry in this instance. Minutes passed and the shinki took the time to slowly lave over his own wound with a light brush of water, never once losing enough concentration to prevent that watery blob of a bandage from staying on Rin’s shoulder. At least he could wash his own wound out without curling up and licking at it. Instinct wanted to, but the very-clear image of that monstrous dog chewing on his leg had him distinctly averse to putting his mouth anywhere near the wound. ‘Okay.’
Dog on the doorstep. So long as Rin had a plan to keep her there until the door opened that is. By the time he heard shoes step into the shallow film of water, his own pain had started to ebb. Only a little, but a little’s better than nothing. Sousuke blinked and lifted his head, water dripping from the side of his face. And shot Rin a glare. ‘No. I’m going with you.’ Who knew what else might attack Rin on the trip back?
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On top of almost losing, Sousuke was already frustrated at the impending down time he’d have to deal with recuperating from a broken leg. Granted, he was glad to be alive, but still… Frustrating. Being told he couldn’t anything bothered him. Even if his own body told him that. He lingered on the water sheet spread over the alley floor. Maybe it wasn’t much, but it was necessary insurance.
‘Urusei. If she runs, I’m not chasing her through the city.’ Stubborn idiot. Sousuke didn’t know what the dog was going to do so better safe than sorry in this instance. Minutes passed and the shinki took the time to slowly lave over his own wound with a light brush of water, never once losing enough concentration to prevent that watery blob of a bandage from staying on Rin’s shoulder. At least he could wash his own wound out without curling up and licking at it. Instinct wanted to, but the very-clear image of that monstrous dog chewing on his leg had him distinctly averse to putting his mouth anywhere near the wound. ‘Okay.’
Dog on the doorstep. So long as Rin had a plan to keep her there until the door opened that is. By the time he heard shoes step into the shallow film of water, his own pain had started to ebb. Only a little, but a little’s better than nothing. Sousuke blinked and lifted his head, water dripping from the side of his face. And shot Rin a glare. ‘No. I’m going with you.’ Who knew what else might attack Rin on the trip back?