[ The Weretiger immediately releases Dazai's wrist, shaking his head again. He lowers his gaze to the ground, his body still visibly shaking from fear.
White Reaper or not, under his guise of a beast was just a timid, weak stray, unsure if he was allowed to take even a morsel of food in front of him.
Too afraid that if he would think of himself as a better person, he would be dragged down to hell in his nightmares and see that man he murdered with his own claws.
Shit, he needed to keep himself together in front of Dazai. ]
"I apologize for offending you. Praise from you is just... unusual, sir."
🧍🧍🧍🧍🧍🧍🧍🧍🧍🧍🧍🧍🧍🧍🧍🧍 (tw: implied murder)
[ The Weretiger immediately releases Dazai's wrist, shaking his head again. He lowers his gaze to the ground, his body still visibly shaking from fear.
White Reaper or not, under his guise of a beast was just a timid, weak stray, unsure if he was allowed to take even a morsel of food in front of him.
Too afraid that if he would think of himself as a better person, he would be dragged down to hell in his nightmares and see that man he murdered with his own claws.
Shit, he needed to keep himself together in front of Dazai. ]
"I apologize for offending you. Praise from you is just... unusual, sir."