[ Dinner is right there. He almost wonders if Akechi is saying it on purpose, trying to tempt him - doesn't he know how he sounds? Dressed like that, he barely even looks like the Akechi that Lupin knows - and that makes it all the easier for him to look like prey. How could he possibly go back and eat that pink sludge out of a cold can when there's fresh, hot blood offering itself up to him right here?
He can't.
Lupin springs from the rafters without warning, hands extended to catch Akechi by the shoulders. His gloves are gone, and in their place is black fur and black claws, aiming to puncture him and pin him down to the floorboards. ]
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[ Dinner is right there. He almost wonders if Akechi is saying it on purpose, trying to tempt him - doesn't he know how he sounds? Dressed like that, he barely even looks like the Akechi that Lupin knows - and that makes it all the easier for him to look like prey. How could he possibly go back and eat that pink sludge out of a cold can when there's fresh, hot blood offering itself up to him right here?
He can't.
Lupin springs from the rafters without warning, hands extended to catch Akechi by the shoulders. His gloves are gone, and in their place is black fur and black claws, aiming to puncture him and pin him down to the floorboards. ]