A sob breaks through the air during the chase, and Chara's eyes narrow. The sound is enough to get them to break their silence. "Are you crying?" they ask, "Aren't you a little old for that sort of thing?"
Their heart is pounding in their chest. They need to finish this, they think- they can see the blood soaking through the other child's sweater and their hands are getting sticky and the air reeks of a wet, coppery smell, so different from that of dust. Dust is tidier, they think. Why do humans have to be so messy and disgusting in everything?
Chara takes a quick gulp of air, inhaling more of the blood scent. It's invigorating even through the messiness of it, and with a quick burst of energy they leap forward to tackle the other child to the ground.
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Date: 2016-02-26 05:15 am (UTC)Their heart is pounding in their chest. They need to finish this, they think- they can see the blood soaking through the other child's sweater and their hands are getting sticky and the air reeks of a wet, coppery smell, so different from that of dust. Dust is tidier, they think. Why do humans have to be so messy and disgusting in everything?
Chara takes a quick gulp of air, inhaling more of the blood scent. It's invigorating even through the messiness of it, and with a quick burst of energy they leap forward to tackle the other child to the ground.