Post by Kohaku Kirigaya on May 16, 2019 5:35:39 GMT -4
A nobody hacker, huh?
The words cut the hacking deity deep, but not quite as much as his own self doubt from before. He acted the part of a fool in his own narrative, but it had been some time since he'd had the luxury of hearing it from another person. A grimace would appear on his face as he did his best to look away from it all, blind to what was going on just outside his limited vision.
Now that the rowdy group of thugs had gotten what they'd demanded back, it seemed that Haku and the heroic stranger were free to go. With himself being cut free, the redhead's limbs fell to the floor of the dusty warehouse beside him. He wasn't going anywhere in his weakened state, but that didn't mean he wasn't welcome to try. Bullheaded as all hell, the hacker forced himself off the back of the bottomless chair that he'd been perched on for the tortuous hours before and grunted all the while. His nerves were aflame and aching, the tiny bloodied marks the only indication of the cruel punishment he'd received from the clippers before. Abdomen aching from the beating he'd taken against the brass knuckles of the Yakuza members, Haku still pushed forward.
Though the world was blind around him, he still trudged forward on hand and knee. It pained him to do so, to look to pathetic in the eyes of someone who just previously deemed him worthy of living again. Like a cockroach, he rose up from something so damning and still looked the part of nothing more than scum. His phone was returned to him, slipped to him by one of the merciless assailants that had dragged him from his own home. Yet, he didn't type. Silence would be all they would receive and deserve, just like when they questioned him before, except for the pained groans that rang hollow in his throat.
A damsel in distress is what he was, and Haku tried and failed to stand before collapsing onto a knee once more. He heard the sound of a picture being taken, most likely one that the group would laugh at as soon as they made their escape. But, he couldn't be bothered to care. The redhead's nobody name and pride was already dragged through the dirt and promptly spat upon afterward. It was a wound he would have to tend to later.
Right now, all that mattered was getting out with their lives. If his hero approached with the intent of carrying him, he wouldn't fight back. The fatigue that plagued his muscles was too much to bare, and he just wished for it to be over. Though the hero had brought him his glasses, the struggle to stand had brought him near the bring of losing consciousness once more. His skin was still cool from the freezing bucket poured upon him before, but a certain bright person's warmth would warm him to his core.
Until outside of the warehouse, however, Haku would not let his cat-like orbs gaze upon his knight in shining armor. Not yet.
The words cut the hacking deity deep, but not quite as much as his own self doubt from before. He acted the part of a fool in his own narrative, but it had been some time since he'd had the luxury of hearing it from another person. A grimace would appear on his face as he did his best to look away from it all, blind to what was going on just outside his limited vision.
Now that the rowdy group of thugs had gotten what they'd demanded back, it seemed that Haku and the heroic stranger were free to go. With himself being cut free, the redhead's limbs fell to the floor of the dusty warehouse beside him. He wasn't going anywhere in his weakened state, but that didn't mean he wasn't welcome to try. Bullheaded as all hell, the hacker forced himself off the back of the bottomless chair that he'd been perched on for the tortuous hours before and grunted all the while. His nerves were aflame and aching, the tiny bloodied marks the only indication of the cruel punishment he'd received from the clippers before. Abdomen aching from the beating he'd taken against the brass knuckles of the Yakuza members, Haku still pushed forward.
Though the world was blind around him, he still trudged forward on hand and knee. It pained him to do so, to look to pathetic in the eyes of someone who just previously deemed him worthy of living again. Like a cockroach, he rose up from something so damning and still looked the part of nothing more than scum. His phone was returned to him, slipped to him by one of the merciless assailants that had dragged him from his own home. Yet, he didn't type. Silence would be all they would receive and deserve, just like when they questioned him before, except for the pained groans that rang hollow in his throat.
A damsel in distress is what he was, and Haku tried and failed to stand before collapsing onto a knee once more. He heard the sound of a picture being taken, most likely one that the group would laugh at as soon as they made their escape. But, he couldn't be bothered to care. The redhead's nobody name and pride was already dragged through the dirt and promptly spat upon afterward. It was a wound he would have to tend to later.
Right now, all that mattered was getting out with their lives. If his hero approached with the intent of carrying him, he wouldn't fight back. The fatigue that plagued his muscles was too much to bare, and he just wished for it to be over. Though the hero had brought him his glasses, the struggle to stand had brought him near the bring of losing consciousness once more. His skin was still cool from the freezing bucket poured upon him before, but a certain bright person's warmth would warm him to his core.
Until outside of the warehouse, however, Haku would not let his cat-like orbs gaze upon his knight in shining armor. Not yet.
