[He's already braced for the punch before Noah can even stand upโthe cat-bang is an interesting surprise, though, unnecessary as it may be. He wants Noah to come at him. This is exactly what he meansโwhat it takes to turn someone's kindness into anger, scorn, hatred...
The fist connects with a resounding crack, fragments and dust scattering as Add is clocked straight into the floor. The rebound is no less painful, and the splintering cracks across his face only grow wider when he slams it against the dorm room floor, a piece of his nose actually coming off completely before crumbling like sand. It hurtsโhe doesn't make a sound, but it still hurts, and for a moment he feels like a child again, slowly picking himself up off the floor before the second blow can come, harsh words ringing in his ears.
He picks himself up, and that hollow smile is still carved into his broken face. Drops of pink run down his chin. It's about as much as you'd expect from a nosebleed, except there's a glowing gash on Add's face that's unsettling to look at, like a bleeding hole filled with glass pieces too numerous to comprehend. He touches it with a hand, feeling the slickness on his gloves... and simply allows it to drip onto the floor anyway, because who cares? The void may as well happen, too. Why not take this there, where they can both scream and lash out as much as they want?
He lets Noah yell at him, but he's not listening. The words are meaningless. Why should he listen to someone who claims to care, when he knows nothing about the person Add truly is? Ridiculous. He just stands there, swaying slightly, wiping the mutated blood from his face and staring at the stains it leaves on his hands, waiting for the meaningless noise to end.
It does, eventually. Maybe Noah expects a response. He's probably that stupid, thinking Add had any intention of listening.
A low, unsteady chuckle escapes his throat, slowly rising into a broken laugh. It echoes through the small room, growing louder and louder in a dissonant crescendo.]
Kukukukukuku... you really are just like them, aren't you?! Soft-hearted, weak. Why do you think I left, Noah? Do you really think I'm that stupid?!
[He finally peels his hand from his face, staring back up at Noah with an unflinching gaze. His eyes are wide and black and glowing with unsettling energy, as empty as the smile still spread across his face... yet it's an emptiness that warns of danger below the surface.
Dark, uncharted waters. What monsters might lurk within Add's heart, waiting for prey to wander too close?]
I thought things might be different here... kekek, I guess I was wrong. Humans are so pathetic... that day we met, you should've killed me when you still had the chance.
closes my fucking eyes, cw: voidperson body horror and also suicidal ideation for the rest of this
The fist connects with a resounding crack, fragments and dust scattering as Add is clocked straight into the floor. The rebound is no less painful, and the splintering cracks across his face only grow wider when he slams it against the dorm room floor, a piece of his nose actually coming off completely before crumbling like sand. It hurtsโhe doesn't make a sound, but it still hurts, and for a moment he feels like a child again, slowly picking himself up off the floor before the second blow can come, harsh words ringing in his ears.
He picks himself up, and that hollow smile is still carved into his broken face. Drops of pink run down his chin. It's about as much as you'd expect from a nosebleed, except there's a glowing gash on Add's face that's unsettling to look at, like a bleeding hole filled with glass pieces too numerous to comprehend. He touches it with a hand, feeling the slickness on his gloves... and simply allows it to drip onto the floor anyway, because who cares? The void may as well happen, too. Why not take this there, where they can both scream and lash out as much as they want?
He lets Noah yell at him, but he's not listening. The words are meaningless. Why should he listen to someone who claims to care, when he knows nothing about the person Add truly is? Ridiculous. He just stands there, swaying slightly, wiping the mutated blood from his face and staring at the stains it leaves on his hands, waiting for the meaningless noise to end.
It does, eventually. Maybe Noah expects a response. He's probably that stupid, thinking Add had any intention of listening.
A low, unsteady chuckle escapes his throat, slowly rising into a broken laugh. It echoes through the small room, growing louder and louder in a dissonant crescendo.]
Kukukukukuku... you really are just like them, aren't you?! Soft-hearted, weak. Why do you think I left, Noah? Do you really think I'm that stupid?!
[He finally peels his hand from his face, staring back up at Noah with an unflinching gaze. His eyes are wide and black and glowing with unsettling energy, as empty as the smile still spread across his face... yet it's an emptiness that warns of danger below the surface.
Dark, uncharted waters. What monsters might lurk within Add's heart, waiting for prey to wander too close?]
I thought things might be different here... kekek, I guess I was wrong. Humans are so pathetic... that day we met, you should've killed me when you still had the chance.