[ he can't help it. tetora laughs his heart out. it's a clean sound, almost boyish, but it comes from a dark place that makes the gleeful notes a little discordant, a little off-key. no one in their right mind would find a slaughter such as this as anything but a worst-case-scenario, but no one's accused tetora - or, probably, even majima - of being hale and sound of mind at all times.
it's a bloodbath, or tetora wishes it were. his knives cut, and slash, and stab, but only puffs of red dust burst free from the wounds inflicted - none of the warm red that tetora knows from experience will steam in the cold air of rain. it doesn't matter; the men keep on coming and tetora keeps on cutting, his knives slicing through the small horde in a parallel direction as majima's.
they catch each other's gaze in a short lull, and tetora, who is practically choking on his glee, can't help but wink. in the poor visibility, majima looks like a proper evil, some demon conjured with flames licking up his sides. tetora doesn't care if it's just tricks of the light; today's a good day to go crazy. ]
why are you giving me flirty icons i'm getting confused signals here
it's a bloodbath, or tetora wishes it were. his knives cut, and slash, and stab, but only puffs of red dust burst free from the wounds inflicted - none of the warm red that tetora knows from experience will steam in the cold air of rain. it doesn't matter; the men keep on coming and tetora keeps on cutting, his knives slicing through the small horde in a parallel direction as majima's.
they catch each other's gaze in a short lull, and tetora, who is practically choking on his glee, can't help but wink. in the poor visibility, majima looks like a proper evil, some demon conjured with flames licking up his sides. tetora doesn't care if it's just tricks of the light; today's a good day to go crazy. ]