Damn. You're gonna make me give you mouth to mouth?
[Morbid joking. It's ironic that for someone as cheerful as Yuji, that kind of humor fits if you knew his life. Katsuki plays off it regardless, knowing the other boy would get back to shore even if he had to run on the fucking water or hitch a ride on a damn shark. Knowing which way to shore is, however... Ah well, with the implant, it'd probably give him some kind of GPS or a tracker back to the city. Wouldn't want to lose their precious mercenaries, right?
The car glides between some others on the highway as it drives, not bothering with anything crazy or reckless. Maybe it took that threat of puking earlier seriously.]
Tch. No shit; you had fucking brain surgery. [He returns the little hand squeeze.] I'm gonna rip them apart for holding back the anesthetics.
[He's... not going to go into detail on what he had to deal with helping Choso. It would just make Yuji feel worse.]
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[Morbid joking. It's ironic that for someone as cheerful as Yuji, that kind of humor fits if you knew his life. Katsuki plays off it regardless, knowing the other boy would get back to shore even if he had to run on the fucking water or hitch a ride on a damn shark. Knowing which way to shore is, however... Ah well, with the implant, it'd probably give him some kind of GPS or a tracker back to the city. Wouldn't want to lose their precious mercenaries, right?
The car glides between some others on the highway as it drives, not bothering with anything crazy or reckless. Maybe it took that threat of puking earlier seriously.]
Tch. No shit; you had fucking brain surgery. [He returns the little hand squeeze.] I'm gonna rip them apart for holding back the anesthetics.
[He's... not going to go into detail on what he had to deal with helping Choso. It would just make Yuji feel worse.]