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Luhan~
Taking off his dark jacket, he set it gently in Nami's arms. "Don't worry too much. It won't take long." Looking up at the other ghoul with narrowed eyes, he could see the other ghoul settling down in a fighting stance, his kagune already stretched out. It was a slimy green thing really, tentacle like objects floating about from his back. Lowering himself into his fencing stance, the heels of his foot off the ground, straining his thigh tendons, he let his own kagune grow from his back, ruining his shirt. His own kagune shimmered like the fire, four bird wing shapes made up of little feather shapes.
"Ready to die?" He looked at the ghoul, cocking an eyebrow before it started. Right off the bat, he could see that the other ghoul moved slower than he did, but he himself had been weakened by his hunger, his mother's food, and that sandwich. Basically, all he had in his stomach was coffee. Their kagunes met in midair, exchanging a few quick blows, getting a feel for each other before it really started.
On the ground, the ghouls exchanged more blows, Luhan injuring him a little more than him. It was over when Luhan dodged a hit, his kagune stabbing into the other ghoul's stomach, wounding him enough so that any smarter ghoul would run. Watching as the form retreated into the night, he let his kagune disappear, his left eye reverting back to it's natural hazel brown state.
"I owe you an apology and an explanation. I'm sorry about dragging you into this mess and I swear I wasn't thinking about eating you. I never told you the truth about transferring here. Remember that accident I told you about? The cyclist that had hit me? That cyclist had been a ghoul, and when he crashed into me, he died instantly and I had been wounded to the point where I was going to die. The head surgeon decided to plant some of his working organs into my failing and swelling organs because we matched blood types, but he didn't know that the cyclist was a ghoul. The story would lead to here, where I have a human ghoul body." He stared at Nami, his eyes holding a dark sorrow no one had seen a while before he took his jacket and slipped it on, hiding his ruined shirt. In one swift move, his arm wrapped around Nami's smaller body, pulling her closer to his chest and hugged her. "I'm really sorry." He murmured.
Taking off his dark jacket, he set it gently in Nami's arms. "Don't worry too much. It won't take long." Looking up at the other ghoul with narrowed eyes, he could see the other ghoul settling down in a fighting stance, his kagune already stretched out. It was a slimy green thing really, tentacle like objects floating about from his back. Lowering himself into his fencing stance, the heels of his foot off the ground, straining his thigh tendons, he let his own kagune grow from his back, ruining his shirt. His own kagune shimmered like the fire, four bird wing shapes made up of little feather shapes.
"Ready to die?" He looked at the ghoul, cocking an eyebrow before it started. Right off the bat, he could see that the other ghoul moved slower than he did, but he himself had been weakened by his hunger, his mother's food, and that sandwich. Basically, all he had in his stomach was coffee. Their kagunes met in midair, exchanging a few quick blows, getting a feel for each other before it really started.
On the ground, the ghouls exchanged more blows, Luhan injuring him a little more than him. It was over when Luhan dodged a hit, his kagune stabbing into the other ghoul's stomach, wounding him enough so that any smarter ghoul would run. Watching as the form retreated into the night, he let his kagune disappear, his left eye reverting back to it's natural hazel brown state.
"I owe you an apology and an explanation. I'm sorry about dragging you into this mess and I swear I wasn't thinking about eating you. I never told you the truth about transferring here. Remember that accident I told you about? The cyclist that had hit me? That cyclist had been a ghoul, and when he crashed into me, he died instantly and I had been wounded to the point where I was going to die. The head surgeon decided to plant some of his working organs into my failing and swelling organs because we matched blood types, but he didn't know that the cyclist was a ghoul. The story would lead to here, where I have a human ghoul body." He stared at Nami, his eyes holding a dark sorrow no one had seen a while before he took his jacket and slipped it on, hiding his ruined shirt. In one swift move, his arm wrapped around Nami's smaller body, pulling her closer to his chest and hugged her. "I'm really sorry." He murmured.
