[ All of his life, he's had a problem with authority and societal norms. Respect others, work for the group not yourself, do what is asked of you. They're all things Natsuno hates, not because he's opposed to doing them, but because he's opposed to doing them because it's what it is expected. Erhard's words are another ask, another interaction he wants to turn down because he sees no immediate justification in doing it. Worse yet, beyond all of that? It's dangerous.
There's no point. There's no point in pleasantries when you don't actually give a damn about someone, there's no point in accepting a gift from a dead girl who stalked you day in and day out. There's no point in giving in to the curiosity of someone who puts knowledge first and everything else last. Even if they remind him of the only other person who's never questioned him before.There's really no point. Except—
The hunger in his core pulses violently, crawling from his chest to his extremities. How long had it been since he's eaten? "Too long", supplies a voice in his head. "What's stopping you?" supplies another. The answer is on his tongue, even as he feels incisors slide down and his vision tint with deep blues that aren't necessary in this bright light. He doesn't need a mirror to know what he looks like—what he feels like—schlera black, irises red, needle shark fangs protruding from his lips.
By the time his mind's voice answers, he's already moved from the chair, lighting fast, hands pulling at white course fabric. His grip loosens as, but not before offering a glimpse of what strength hides behind muscles that shouldn't hold any at all. ]
You should be more careful, sensei. Curiosity could cost you your life, like it did for me.
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There's no point. There's no point in pleasantries when you don't actually give a damn about someone, there's no point in accepting a gift from a dead girl who stalked you day in and day out. There's no point in giving in to the curiosity of someone who puts knowledge first and everything else last. Even if they remind him of the only other person who's never questioned him before.There's really no point.
Except—
The hunger in his core pulses violently, crawling from his chest to his extremities. How long had it been since he's eaten? "Too long", supplies a voice in his head. "What's stopping you?" supplies another. The answer is on his tongue, even as he feels incisors slide down and his vision tint with deep blues that aren't necessary in this bright light. He doesn't need a mirror to know what he looks like—what he feels like—schlera black, irises red, needle shark fangs protruding from his lips.
By the time his mind's voice answers, he's already moved from the chair, lighting fast, hands pulling at white course fabric. His grip loosens as, but not before offering a glimpse of what strength hides behind muscles that shouldn't hold any at all. ]
You should be more careful, sensei. Curiosity could cost you your life, like it did for me.