( He draws back the knife, the wound it leaves behind heals but slower than it would have if he was in healthy condition. It doesn't take long for Melon to come over either, placing a paw gently on Chougi before climbing onto his chest. For a no good communication device, he's soft and warm.
Chougi looks down at his wrist, still held by Chougi and at the blade in his hand. )
Ah...
( There's something on the blade and with his other hand, he traces the flat with his finger, holding it up to see. Hydrangea flowers. Small and stuck to the steel. )
Why...?
( Why is nothing helping? Is there really only a certain way to cure this? His hands tremble, his fingers curling into a fist, the other holding his sword tight. )
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Chougi looks down at his wrist, still held by Chougi and at the blade in his hand. )
Ah...
( There's something on the blade and with his other hand, he traces the flat with his finger, holding it up to see. Hydrangea flowers. Small and stuck to the steel. )
Why...?
( Why is nothing helping? Is there really only a certain way to cure this? His hands tremble, his fingers curling into a fist, the other holding his sword tight. )