[ The adrenaline wears off quickly. Mine can feel every bruise that'll form before he even reaches the backstage area. Because he's upright, and waves off anything more than a quick look, medical waits for his opponent to be hauled in. Mine feels sticky with sweat. A shower. Cold water. It's hardly longer than a rinse; all he'll use the provided amenities for. Where the analgesia had sooner abated, Mine leaves the cabin when his pulse slows.
Newly minted realization'd overcome him when he struck Tashiro's already bloody face. In the street, they'd just scrambled away before they couldn't walk anymore. He can do this, too. Remorse gets shut away behind the shower door.
Without the thought that Nishikiyama'd left the arena when he did, Mine doesn't expect him there. Almost like he's back on the stage, where he's had to squint against blinding lights, Mine looks at him and checks his expression. He's confident enough to think that it's satisfaction. Pushed back but not fixed by anything, his hair swoops down and hangs into his face when Mine bows his head. The cool water's left him with a duller sheen than the heat spread across his body in the ring. In matte, the colors of his tattoo peeking over his shoulders are still bright, though. A towel cuts the image off at the kirin's hind legs. ]
Boss– [ Mine doesn't know what to say—but it's the end of their time forced apart. He stands up. ]
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Date: 2024-02-06 09:27 am (UTC)Newly minted realization'd overcome him when he struck Tashiro's already bloody face. In the street, they'd just scrambled away before they couldn't walk anymore. He can do this, too. Remorse gets shut away behind the shower door.
Without the thought that Nishikiyama'd left the arena when he did, Mine doesn't expect him there. Almost like he's back on the stage, where he's had to squint against blinding lights, Mine looks at him and checks his expression. He's confident enough to think that it's satisfaction. Pushed back but not fixed by anything, his hair swoops down and hangs into his face when Mine bows his head. The cool water's left him with a duller sheen than the heat spread across his body in the ring. In matte, the colors of his tattoo peeking over his shoulders are still bright, though. A towel cuts the image off at the kirin's hind legs. ]
Boss– [ Mine doesn't know what to say—but it's the end of their time forced apart. He stands up. ]