[there's no reasoning with a demon, of course. so he bites back anything he might want to yell, fuels himself on how fucking angry it makes him to hear something using hige's voice to say things like this.
chuuya grabs at the books from the fallen shelf, and they glow in his hand as he weights and flings one at higekiri, a desperate shot at another distraction-- if he fails to hit, maybe he can at least make him dodge again.]
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chuuya grabs at the books from the fallen shelf, and they glow in his hand as he weights and flings one at higekiri, a desperate shot at another distraction-- if he fails to hit, maybe he can at least make him dodge again.]