[ keigo's own experiences with ghosts and the like already put him on edge as well, but at the very least, he knew that the person in front of him wasn't a shinigami. he could sense something about him, but the more pressing matter was the elbow that shot for his face. ]
—ggkk!!
[ keigo's reaction times had been getting better as of late, but he'd only managed to half block the hit, resulting in his nose getting half-smacked. luckily, he didn't fall back onto his ass, though he ended up bumping back into a wall, rustling one of the many paintings hanging there. ]
Shit, what the fuck!
[ keigo clutched at his face, staving off the warm trickle of blood that started to seep from his nose. not the first time... probably not the last, either. ]
no subject
—ggkk!!
[ keigo's reaction times had been getting better as of late, but he'd only managed to half block the hit, resulting in his nose getting half-smacked. luckily, he didn't fall back onto his ass, though he ended up bumping back into a wall, rustling one of the many paintings hanging there. ]
Shit, what the fuck!
[ keigo clutched at his face, staving off the warm trickle of blood that started to seep from his nose. not the first time... probably not the last, either. ]