Delirious. Exhausted. Pained beyond comprehension. Barely conscious of his own actions. Proud, somehow, and shy under the sincere sounding praise.
He takes the stability of Akechi holding his arm gratefully and nods, breathless, chest heaving.
One battle under his belt and he needs a break. That's not ideal. But it's definitely necessary, more than necessary, he can't manage to form words around the sheer burning down his back.
The dagger. Eren told him to bring it back in good condition. He stoops to grab it before they stagger off, then his abandoned satchel dropped in the fight, then nothing. Only gritting his teeth and trying to temper his breath and following alongside Akechi into safety, again.
A department store is a pretty ideal safe haven, far better than that shit convenience store. There's probably a lot here they could use. There's certainly better cover. He doesn't know. All he can do is put one foot in front of the other until Akechi stops them, then drops down to kneel wherever that is.
He thinks, unbidden, of Venat. That healing magic in the garden.
Who knows if the same logic applies to their manifestations? Not Maruki. He has no idea. But he looks up at Akechi anyway, squinting through the pain, and grins unsteadily. ]
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Delirious. Exhausted. Pained beyond comprehension. Barely conscious of his own actions. Proud, somehow, and shy under the sincere sounding praise.
He takes the stability of Akechi holding his arm gratefully and nods, breathless, chest heaving.
One battle under his belt and he needs a break. That's not ideal. But it's definitely necessary, more than necessary, he can't manage to form words around the sheer burning down his back.
The dagger. Eren told him to bring it back in good condition. He stoops to grab it before they stagger off, then his abandoned satchel dropped in the fight, then nothing. Only gritting his teeth and trying to temper his breath and following alongside Akechi into safety, again.
A department store is a pretty ideal safe haven, far better than that shit convenience store. There's probably a lot here they could use. There's certainly better cover. He doesn't know. All he can do is put one foot in front of the other until Akechi stops them, then drops down to kneel wherever that is.
He thinks, unbidden, of Venat. That healing magic in the garden.
Who knows if the same logic applies to their manifestations? Not Maruki. He has no idea. But he looks up at Akechi anyway, squinting through the pain, and grins unsteadily. ]
I don't suppose Robin Hood has a support mode?