[ For someone who hates fighting, the Spades game is an odd place to end up. It's certainly a sight, slaked in blood and rust, reeking of aggression. And even stranger a sight is Kizuna, unceremoniously thrown into the ring and somehow — holding his own through a few rounds? Much to the bewilderment and growing anticipation of the crowd in seeing a pretty boy with his head busted open. That's just the sort of place this is, no hard feelings.
Nobody would know. That back home, he's done this before. Like a slinking shadow, mirroring onto the scuffed canvas matting of the ring's floor. Even with the wristband, his empathy courses in his veins. He links with his opponents, one after the other, borrowing strength and skill to secure wins.
Of course, it's not a perfect system. He feels it roil up in him, the heated, watery sensation of his empathy being muddled by so much noise, so much violence. Swallowing the ambient tang of sweat and blood in the air, he quells it for the time being. Instead, he hears the tinny, blown-out blare of the loudspeaker announcing that the counter is on for a new opponent. Volunteer or be volunteered. Kizuna raises a hand, eyes aglow and dirtied fists balled, the image of him almost amorphous with the way he takes on the grit of this place like a second skin. A jarring sight for those who've seen this slender, unassuming man charm his way through the resort prior to this place. ]
Aha, any takers? [ A dashing smile, because he is a ham. ] Be gentle with me, and I'll be gentle with you.
[ Funnily enough, with how his empathy works, that's actually true. ]
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Nobody would know. That back home, he's done this before. Like a slinking shadow, mirroring onto the scuffed canvas matting of the ring's floor. Even with the wristband, his empathy courses in his veins. He links with his opponents, one after the other, borrowing strength and skill to secure wins.
Of course, it's not a perfect system. He feels it roil up in him, the heated, watery sensation of his empathy being muddled by so much noise, so much violence. Swallowing the ambient tang of sweat and blood in the air, he quells it for the time being. Instead, he hears the tinny, blown-out blare of the loudspeaker announcing that the counter is on for a new opponent. Volunteer or be volunteered. Kizuna raises a hand, eyes aglow and dirtied fists balled, the image of him almost amorphous with the way he takes on the grit of this place like a second skin. A jarring sight for those who've seen this slender, unassuming man charm his way through the resort prior to this place. ]
Aha, any takers? [ A dashing smile, because he is a ham. ] Be gentle with me, and I'll be gentle with you.
[ Funnily enough, with how his empathy works, that's actually true. ]