Sanguine's got lean muscles— an eighteen-year-old not quite done filling out, but the promise of broad shoulders and more muscle is there. He doesn't have much blood on him, except on his shirt— a shirt that's fairly torn up at this point. Unlike Kuzuebiko, he does have a weapon— a knife held firmly in his hand.
If he were a little more sane, he might be annoyed by that hatred in Kuzuebiko's eyes— hadn't he tried to help him?! But that was several lifetimes ago, and all he cares about right now is making sure Boss doesn't get hurt. His gaze is firm, steady, and not even slightly sane. ]
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Sanguine's got lean muscles— an eighteen-year-old not quite done filling out, but the promise of broad shoulders and more muscle is there. He doesn't have much blood on him, except on his shirt— a shirt that's fairly torn up at this point. Unlike Kuzuebiko, he does have a weapon— a knife held firmly in his hand.
If he were a little more sane, he might be annoyed by that hatred in Kuzuebiko's eyes— hadn't he tried to help him?! But that was several lifetimes ago, and all he cares about right now is making sure Boss doesn't get hurt. His gaze is firm, steady, and not even slightly sane. ]