Thread: The Intersection of Heart and Stomach [BurdgeBug x Viktoff Samson]

Koji was of two minds as far too many concepts flew through him. A human stood before him, her hand failing to keep her own blood at bay. The executed filth that he beheaded also lay before him. They were both edible treats, and the clean up for either would be comparable. The shorter blonde foreigner was still alive, and whether that increased her value as a meal typically depended on the ghoul. The tall 'savior' couldn't seem to pull his eyes to anything in particular and he couldn't ignore every possibility before him. Was this woman saved by some quality of compassion within Koji? Did he use her as a perfect excuse to finally eliminate that parasite? In a numbing moment like this, not even Koji could wholeheartedly devote himself to either answer. In a way, Koji felt like even humans had to be kept to some semblance of responsibility. She did slip out of the bar with that creep of her own accord. She definitely didn't seem to be a child. But, Koji couldn't avoid that crushing feeling of guilt in his chest. There just wasn't a way that any given human was going to escape such a clash with a ghoul and she definitely didn't know what she was getting into. Bite. Eat. A whisper came to his ear. Such a familiar whisper. Koji has long since learned that this distortion belonged to him alone. Not even other ghouls heard it when he did. Judging by the way his pupils shrank and began to shift from place to place when that peculiar distortion visited him He was surely losing his marbles. Not that he was maintaining a valuable full set to begin with. And this violent swing of possibilities came to an end as the human victim fell forward and her body laid into his own. He'd catch her smaller body with his two large arms without a pause. For once, her warmth and scent bled through the iron-like odor that their blood left in the air. Despite a growl in his stomach, Koji moved the woman so that her legs were propped up by his left arm and he held her upper body up with his right. There wasn't an abundance of time for him to make up his mind about saving her and then disposing of the ghoul's body. Going with his immediate instinct, he'd take her with him as he launched up to the roof of the bar. Like a speedy bug, he maneuvered around the building before slipping into the window of his room that was conveniently almost always open. The care he could devote to her wasn't immense or overwhelming. He ripped up his closest t-shirt and layered it's fine black fabric over her wound and then let her body lie on his bed, even though her blood would inevitably stain everything. Doubting she'd even be awake soon, Koji rallied the night shift manager and his immediate subordinate who was staying in another nearby room. The night shift manager was a female ghoul with freaky red hair and a height even shorter than the human victim's. Koji directed her to hold the makeshift shirt bandage against the human's neck while the other employee manned the bar. Koji had to suit up and deal with the ghoul's body. He'd dump the leftovers he didn't feel like finishing into a stolen shopping center cart before plopping said cart into a storage unit. The rest of the night was also restless as Hayato returned to the pub to find Koji operating his morning shift on the brink of breaking. Despite their vocal dispute about the situation with the ghoul Koji had slain, Hayato did try to persuade Koji to catch a nap as the old ghoul closed the pub contrary to it's popular and reliable schedule. The sun was just rising, after all. The older ghoul mused that he was simply extending additional parenting to the lost souls that came to such a place to drink so early in the morning. Koji couldn't muster the ability to chuckle as the skin beneath his eyes grew even more dire. --- Regardless of when Beth would open her eyes, the two ghoul men would be in the room. Koji's bed was near to the window, all that was left to the simple wood floored room was a desk with a laptop and a computer chair and a bookcase. She'd be laying length wise towards the bookcase and desk. Koji had been wearing a new pair of pants and a blue t-shirt as he leaned against the bookcase watching her. At his desk sat an old Japanese male wearing a fancy black hat to go with his mafia-esq tuxedo with a red tie. The older male had long white hair and bushy white eyebrows with eyes that didn't quite seem to be open. You killed that no good brat, but saved this human? Hayato's deep grumbling voice rolled past his bushy white beard. Koji... This woman. Her 'savior' only responded by looking to Hayato now as the old male continued. Hayato's eyes opened slightly to reveal his own Kakugan. She's a risk if she is allowed to live.