[Even while in this body, Takemichi isn't used to being called "kid." It almost surprises him as much as the guy who shouts it out. The guy is a complete stranger, someone Michi's never seen before, and yet here he is, diverting all the attention to himself so that Michi can escape unscathed.
And he could. He could take off right now, call the police, and everything would be okay. Except that he can't. Except that it wouldn't.
Familiar corpses superimpose themselves over the stranger's form, and Takemichi moves before he can give it a second thought. He leaps for the nearest vulturous thug, wrapping his arms and legs around the dude's neck and waist. He's bound to get cut when the guy gets desperate, swinging his knife in every direction, but such a small detail isn't about to dissuade him. He squeezes for all he's worth, determined not to let go until the bastard passes the fuck out.]
i'm always happy to blame mikey
And he could. He could take off right now, call the police, and everything would be okay. Except that he can't. Except that it wouldn't.
Familiar corpses superimpose themselves over the stranger's form, and Takemichi moves before he can give it a second thought. He leaps for the nearest vulturous thug, wrapping his arms and legs around the dude's neck and waist. He's bound to get cut when the guy gets desperate, swinging his knife in every direction, but such a small detail isn't about to dissuade him. He squeezes for all he's worth, determined not to let go until the bastard passes the fuck out.]