[ He can hear the voices too despite the pain taking over almost all of his senses. And he knows it's a bad thing, he knows he has to get back to normal as soon as possible just in case anyone decides to randomly check up on them or needs something from him, and Shinpachi grits his teeth in frustration as he tries to bring his hair back (to no avail) from white to its usual brown.
Logically he knows the only choice is to drink the blood, but when it comes to matters of ideals, he's never been too logical. He really does want to keep his condition a secret, but.. shit, how is he supposed to do it like this?
But before he can come to any choice, Chizuru is already making it for him. The finger is at his lips, and even Shinpachi's mental strength isn't enough to resist blood when it's practically on his lips already. His mouth opens before he can even think or protest and his tongue moves out to lick at the blood, first getting everything off his own lips and then moving to start lapping at her finger, trying to get every single last bit of it. It tastes so good, and he almost feels like someone in the middle of the desert who's finally found some water.
It's why he can't just stop drinking until he's gotten every single bit that's coming out of the already healing cut, and a hand shoots out to grab her wrist (not tightly or roughly, at least, apparently he has enough of his mind left to realise he shouldn't be treating Chizuru badly ever) and guide her finger into his mouth now, softly sucking on it while he licks at the blood that pours out, even if it may not be a lot.
It's only when the cut finally fully heals over and the steady blood supply stops that his hair starts to turn back to its actual color, and Shinpachi's eyes open wide when he realises just what he was doing while he was caught in the haze of actually having blood to drink. Half disgusted and half flustered, he moves her finger quickly out of his mouth, looking like a goldfish thrown out of the water as he's wrapping his head around things and wondering what he can even do to make this up to her, and he opens his mouth to say something but then there's that laugh and if Sano is right outside of his room, he'll definitely hear it if Shinpachi speaks up, so..
.. he doesn't really know how else to apologize without words. Just an apologetic look isn't going to do jack shit, it won't make up for something that's this bad in his eyes, so instead he reaches out towards the girl, pulling her close as his arms wrap around her (because obviously that would look less bad if people walked in, good job, Shinpachi..) and whispers in her hair so no one else will be able to hear it but her. ]
Don't apologize.. I'm the one who's sorry. [ Since it's because he's like this. She's just trying to help him-- like she always does, because Chizuru's just that kind of girl. And he's dragging her into all of this while he was trying to protect her to begin with, damn.. ]
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Logically he knows the only choice is to drink the blood, but when it comes to matters of ideals, he's never been too logical. He really does want to keep his condition a secret, but.. shit, how is he supposed to do it like this?
But before he can come to any choice, Chizuru is already making it for him. The finger is at his lips, and even Shinpachi's mental strength isn't enough to resist blood when it's practically on his lips already. His mouth opens before he can even think or protest and his tongue moves out to lick at the blood, first getting everything off his own lips and then moving to start lapping at her finger, trying to get every single last bit of it. It tastes so good, and he almost feels like someone in the middle of the desert who's finally found some water.
It's why he can't just stop drinking until he's gotten every single bit that's coming out of the already healing cut, and a hand shoots out to grab her wrist (not tightly or roughly, at least, apparently he has enough of his mind left to realise he shouldn't be treating Chizuru badly ever) and guide her finger into his mouth now, softly sucking on it while he licks at the blood that pours out, even if it may not be a lot.
It's only when the cut finally fully heals over and the steady blood supply stops that his hair starts to turn back to its actual color, and Shinpachi's eyes open wide when he realises just what he was doing while he was caught in the haze of actually having blood to drink. Half disgusted and half flustered, he moves her finger quickly out of his mouth, looking like a goldfish thrown out of the water as he's wrapping his head around things and wondering what he can even do to make this up to her, and he opens his mouth to say something but then there's that laugh and if Sano is right outside of his room, he'll definitely hear it if Shinpachi speaks up, so..
.. he doesn't really know how else to apologize without words. Just an apologetic look isn't going to do jack shit, it won't make up for something that's this bad in his eyes, so instead he reaches out towards the girl, pulling her close as his arms wrap around her (because obviously that would look less bad if people walked in, good job, Shinpachi..) and whispers in her hair so no one else will be able to hear it but her. ]
Don't apologize.. I'm the one who's sorry. [ Since it's because he's like this. She's just trying to help him-- like she always does, because Chizuru's just that kind of girl. And he's dragging her into all of this while he was trying to protect her to begin with, damn.. ]