"...For reasons..." But he's already thinking of the huge amount of work that's laying before him. His mind and body, for the first time, are in disagreement. It's exhausting, his mind says, but his body doesn't care, and it's his body which is calling the shots. His fingers drag down along Ken's palm.
"...I'll be back."
And he shuffles out of the medical room.
It's a good thing he has no investment in making sure the Corvi have a comfortable time of things. Chikusa forces himself to move quickly again, ignoring the ache starting up in his back from where he carried Ken. Tying up the members he took out is easy, and getting them downstairs is easy- all he has to do is drop them on the floor and kick. Dragging them across each floor to stairs is the annoying part.
Funny, how there's a satisfied dark twist in him at every meaty thump of a body hitting hard stairs. He's not usually like this. In fact, it's completely opposite to how he is at all. Mukuro, Ken, that's not unusual even if it's too entirely different senses of satisfaction as far as Chikusa can tell. Ken likes the feeling of the fight. Mukuro relishes in his own sadism against the world that wronged them. Chikusa? Chikusa does his job, because that's all it is. There's no pleasure in it for him.
Even with his relaxed stairs method of moving the Corvi bodies, it still takes some time to get them all down into the basement, and longer still for him to put them all in the same kind of chains that they'd trapped Ken in. Chikusa does a very solid job. There's no getting out of this. A few of them are already dead. That's not surprising. Not everyone reacts to drugs so well, whether from overdose from their particular body type or an allergic reaction. There's even one whose neck snapped from the fall down the stairs. Chikusa leaves them where they lay after making sure they're dead. It saves him extra work from having to move them.
Only when he's done and traps have been set up just in case anyone does get free does Chikusa shuffle back to the medical room. He's starting to feel tired, now, and it's a mixed blessing. There's still so much to do.... Coming inside, his eyes go to is partner.
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"...I'll be back."
And he shuffles out of the medical room.
It's a good thing he has no investment in making sure the Corvi have a comfortable time of things. Chikusa forces himself to move quickly again, ignoring the ache starting up in his back from where he carried Ken. Tying up the members he took out is easy, and getting them downstairs is easy- all he has to do is drop them on the floor and kick. Dragging them across each floor to stairs is the annoying part.
Funny, how there's a satisfied dark twist in him at every meaty thump of a body hitting hard stairs. He's not usually like this. In fact, it's completely opposite to how he is at all. Mukuro, Ken, that's not unusual even if it's too entirely different senses of satisfaction as far as Chikusa can tell. Ken likes the feeling of the fight. Mukuro relishes in his own sadism against the world that wronged them. Chikusa? Chikusa does his job, because that's all it is. There's no pleasure in it for him.
Even with his relaxed stairs method of moving the Corvi bodies, it still takes some time to get them all down into the basement, and longer still for him to put them all in the same kind of chains that they'd trapped Ken in. Chikusa does a very solid job. There's no getting out of this. A few of them are already dead. That's not surprising. Not everyone reacts to drugs so well, whether from overdose from their particular body type or an allergic reaction. There's even one whose neck snapped from the fall down the stairs. Chikusa leaves them where they lay after making sure they're dead. It saves him extra work from having to move them.
Only when he's done and traps have been set up just in case anyone does get free does Chikusa shuffle back to the medical room. He's starting to feel tired, now, and it's a mixed blessing. There's still so much to do.... Coming inside, his eyes go to is partner.
"...Ken?"