[ As Atsumu pivots and makes a run for it, he might feel a hand coming dangerously close to snagging into the back of his clothes, fingertips just barely grazing against his back before missing. It's followed by the rasping snarl of Gen's voice: ]
-- hold it right there!
[ Too bad the following foosteps from him are stumbling and unsteady, and Gen barely manages to follow two, three steps after Atsumu before sagging against the closest wall to double over hacking for air.
It leaves Atsumu a precious few minutes to put some distance between them. And whether Atsumu can thank his sharp eyes for it, or whether it's just pure dumb luck, he actually manages to stumble upon his target before long. A small shape squirreled away deeper in an alleyway -- that child from before, crouched and hunched over, making himself small as he rocks slightly on the balls of his feet. The knife still clutched in a small, bloodied hand.
He looks up with a start the moment he hears approaching footsteps, shoulders tensed and eyes wide. Even when he's the one holding the weapon, he looks more like a spooked animal than he does a threat. ]
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-- hold it right there!
[ Too bad the following foosteps from him are stumbling and unsteady, and Gen barely manages to follow two, three steps after Atsumu before sagging against the closest wall to double over hacking for air.
It leaves Atsumu a precious few minutes to put some distance between them. And whether Atsumu can thank his sharp eyes for it, or whether it's just pure dumb luck, he actually manages to stumble upon his target before long. A small shape squirreled away deeper in an alleyway -- that child from before, crouched and hunched over, making himself small as he rocks slightly on the balls of his feet. The knife still clutched in a small, bloodied hand.
He looks up with a start the moment he hears approaching footsteps, shoulders tensed and eyes wide. Even when he's the one holding the weapon, he looks more like a spooked animal than he does a threat. ]