[And much to Saito's chagrin, she doesn't take the freaking hint. Wonderful. With everything spinning around him, there is no point in even trying to shoot her. He could shoot himself and pray that next time he wakes up from certain death, it won't be with a glitched brain.
But even if it's an amusing solution, it's not a very practical one.
He takes a tentative step forwards, lowering the Evolver, so its muzzle is now facing the ground and not pointed at Mizuki's direction. But the unnatural tipsiness is still there; as though he was intoxicated by his exaggerated thirst for spilling blood — the same way alcohol should be consumed in moderation, or else it can leave one's balance shattered for a good while.
He leans against the nearest object he can use for support: a large wooden bench facing the sea.]
Won't you come over here? [He gives a very slow and slight nod of his head towards the object his free hand is too busy gripping onto like it's the only thing saving him from collapsing.] We should sit down to talk.
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But even if it's an amusing solution, it's not a very practical one.
He takes a tentative step forwards, lowering the Evolver, so its muzzle is now facing the ground and not pointed at Mizuki's direction. But the unnatural tipsiness is still there; as though he was intoxicated by his exaggerated thirst for spilling blood — the same way alcohol should be consumed in moderation, or else it can leave one's balance shattered for a good while.
He leans against the nearest object he can use for support: a large wooden bench facing the sea.]
Won't you come over here? [He gives a very slow and slight nod of his head towards the object his free hand is too busy gripping onto like it's the only thing saving him from collapsing.] We should sit down to talk.