[When Ichimatsu lets him go, the end result is Karamatsu predictably falling flat on his ass. He clutches his soaking wet arm to his chest, though now he imagines some of that dampness to be blood. Maybe. That was a pretty hard bite, sharper than he would've thought...he doesn't check to see how bad or not it is, instead just sitting on the cold tile as the water gushing from the faucet continues to burble into the tub. Distantly, Karamatsu thinks that he should turn it off before they flood the bathroom, so he starts to lean forward, reaching out and aiming to rock his weight forward to stand.
...he never makes it that far. In fact, his arm only makes it halfway before his body seems to seize up, forcing him to sit back again. He works his jaw, lifting his hand to scratch the side of his neck, feeling a faint but growing itchiness there that he can't explain. The pain isn't quite at the forefront but still very much there, his arm throbbing enough to remind him of it.
When Ichi resurfaces, he'll hear Karamatsu making some sort of noise, but it's not quite whimpering. It's a hollow gasping, soft at first until his hand stops scratching and instead grips at his neck, his mouth moving but no sound coming out. He coughs, shaking his head and opening his mouth again...then shaking his head a second time before his other hand twitches to his neck, fingers curling against the skin there as well.]
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[When Ichimatsu lets him go, the end result is Karamatsu predictably falling flat on his ass. He clutches his soaking wet arm to his chest, though now he imagines some of that dampness to be blood. Maybe. That was a pretty hard bite, sharper than he would've thought...he doesn't check to see how bad or not it is, instead just sitting on the cold tile as the water gushing from the faucet continues to burble into the tub. Distantly, Karamatsu thinks that he should turn it off before they flood the bathroom, so he starts to lean forward, reaching out and aiming to rock his weight forward to stand.
...he never makes it that far. In fact, his arm only makes it halfway before his body seems to seize up, forcing him to sit back again. He works his jaw, lifting his hand to scratch the side of his neck, feeling a faint but growing itchiness there that he can't explain. The pain isn't quite at the forefront but still very much there, his arm throbbing enough to remind him of it.
When Ichi resurfaces, he'll hear Karamatsu making some sort of noise, but it's not quite whimpering. It's a hollow gasping, soft at first until his hand stops scratching and instead grips at his neck, his mouth moving but no sound coming out. He coughs, shaking his head and opening his mouth again...then shaking his head a second time before his other hand twitches to his neck, fingers curling against the skin there as well.]