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[conquistador]

Characters: Kamui, Spain, South Italy
Format: [action]
This log is: *closed*
Location: Fortitude campus
Summary: A night attack, a disagreement between partners, and drama.
Warnings: Character death

( When the day is over and night has fallen on Rakuen, Spain searches Fortitude campus. They were room mates but he hadn't seen Romano all day. Where could he be? Spain thinks that it's a large and unfamiliar place so perhaps Romano got lost. Worried, Spain tries to find his friend before he gets in trouble. . . )

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[unbridledfangs]

[Kamui is strong enough now to fight the push, of that he's certain. However, he swore to protect Spain so long as the other was his weapon and so he forgoes that option in favor of moving away. He didn't get as much as he liked but for now it will suffice. Instead he will watch as Spain tries to attend to what he knows is a corpse and blink.

He hadn't meant to kill someone close to his weapon. Had he known, he would have left him alone in order to avoid risking their arrangement. Still, there's no changing that now.

So instead, Kamui takes a moment to clean his mouth and lick his fingers clean, even as his eyes slowly fade back to blue. Once that's complete, his fangs retract as well, until he looks like little more than your average teenager.]

[conquistador]

( His shoulders are slumped and his head is down. How could something like this happen. How could he let his friends get hurt like this. How-- He looks up at Kamui. Spain's eyes no longer have a cheerful shine. They're sharp, piercing, filled with grief and anger. )

What do you think you're doing. . . ? ( Attacking people at night. Killing them. And then disguising himself like a normal person, acting like nothing had happened. Cleaning his hands of Romano's blood--

He gets up to his feet and moves towards Kamui, trying to take his hand away from his lips. ) Stop that!

[unbridledfangs]

[As Spain seizes his hand, Kamui allows him to pull his bloodied fingers away from his lips while giving him what seems to be a bored look. For a minute he locks gazes with the nation, at least before he turns his gaze upon Romano whose blood is pooling on the floor around him.

Then, finally, he looks back at Spain with something akin to disapproval.]

Let go of me.