[Some part of Ichimatsu is foggily convinced that Karamatsu is going to accidentally bring him hot sauce instead or something, but no, there he is with the glass of water, and it seems like pathetically little water. But he drops a shred of dead skin and grips it with trembling hands anyway, bolting it down in one go.
The relief and brief rush of oxygen is heavenly enough that it takes him a few long moments to realize that water wasn't actually swallowed. In fact, it gushed straight through those slowly growing slits in his neck, bursting the loose skin there that hadn't already been broken.
He stares down at his soaked hoodie, thoroughly confused, before his body starts reminding him again that it can't breathe. No, no, that didn't work, he doesn't know what's going on, and he's terrified. He takes another rattling gulp of air - this one almost sounding like a sob - to no avail, clawing again at his raw neck and shaking in a panic.]
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The relief and brief rush of oxygen is heavenly enough that it takes him a few long moments to realize that water wasn't actually swallowed. In fact, it gushed straight through those slowly growing slits in his neck, bursting the loose skin there that hadn't already been broken.
He stares down at his soaked hoodie, thoroughly confused, before his body starts reminding him again that it can't breathe. No, no, that didn't work, he doesn't know what's going on, and he's terrified. He takes another rattling gulp of air - this one almost sounding like a sob - to no avail, clawing again at his raw neck and shaking in a panic.]
K-Karamatsuuuuuuu-!
[BECAUSE OF COURSE THIS IS HIS FAULT, SOMEHOW]