Black Hole Sun

Hanzō · 12-30-2020, 03:09 PM

Perhaps Hattori had misread the situation. He knew his cousin and drunk or not he was never like this, not even close. His posture and body language was all wrong, slumped and broken, and the words that tumbled from his lips- whilst in Hattori's native language- made next to no sense. Or at least not at first glance. What at first seemed to be the nonsense ramblings of a drunk soon devolved into some unpleasant truths. Things Hattori had been better off not hearing. The cogs whirled behind Hattori's cold eyes as he put it all together, piece by piece till the gravity of the situation rushed over him with all the force of tsunami. Take was gone. He inhaled sharply as an odd ache settled in his chest. It was a feeling he'd never experience before, sharp and piecing, as though someone had slipped a knife between his ribs. He looked down at himself, half expecting to see blood seeping out from beneath his fur. But he was fine, more so than his cousin.

Hattori gritted his teeth and raised a front paw, bringing it down hard against the line of his cousin's muzzle. As firm as Hattori was he's never laid a hand on Raijin, not like this. But Hattori needed to get some sense out of him, facts without being blurred by his heightened state of emotions.

"I am sorry for loss. But I need you to speak plainly, what happened to him? To you?"

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Black Hole Sun

Hanzō