[ Atsumu has a point. He certainly doesn't look like a cop, even if he's huge -- too young, and not dressed in any sort of uniform. The realization is enough to ground him a little, and the child takes a deep breath before averting his gaze. ]
... my dad said cops pretend to be all sorts of people. So.
[ Turns out he's a brat with a fucking attitude, even if it's still mostly smothered under the trauma of whatever's just happened to him.
Still, despite what he says, he's ready enough to cooperate. Though he keeps his eyes cast aside, looking nervously at some indistinct point on the ground, he does slowly hold out his shaking hand -- knife held parallel to the ground, the tip pointed off to the side. A silent request for Atsumu to help pull that terrible object away from him. ]
'm not gonna stab you. [ His other hand clutches into his shirtfront, pale-knuckled and clammy, as he quietly mumbles those words towards the ground. In that moment his gaze is distant. ] As long as you're not a bad person. I just ... I just did what I had to. -- I had to make it all go away.
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... my dad said cops pretend to be all sorts of people. So.
[ Turns out he's a brat with a fucking attitude, even if it's still mostly smothered under the trauma of whatever's just happened to him.
Still, despite what he says, he's ready enough to cooperate. Though he keeps his eyes cast aside, looking nervously at some indistinct point on the ground, he does slowly hold out his shaking hand -- knife held parallel to the ground, the tip pointed off to the side. A silent request for Atsumu to help pull that terrible object away from him. ]
'm not gonna stab you. [ His other hand clutches into his shirtfront, pale-knuckled and clammy, as he quietly mumbles those words towards the ground. In that moment his gaze is distant. ] As long as you're not a bad person. I just ... I just did what I had to. -- I had to make it all go away.