[Yellow eyes darted to the door Yukito mentioned and then he nodded, agreeing with her. His hands force the door open with probably too much strength because it was indeed open. A normal person would think twice before entering an open basement, but Ryoki is a special boy, so he doesn’t. He walks inside, bat still in his hand and making sure Yukito is behind him, following.
Of course the basement was occupied by two zombies. But Ryoki didn’t panic. No, instead, he huffs and a sadistic smirk that Yukito is probably not used to (she might only have noticed it once before, when the half fought Tetsu) grows on his face as he holds the bat up. He had no excuses to hold back now, he could unleash all of his anger and blood-lust without any problems because this became “natural”.
And with that in mind, and the pleasure pooling in his body, the hunger for a fight itching and the need for blood scratching the back of his mind, Ryoki throws himself at the undead, bat swinging to it one right on it’s face and probably crack it open.]
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Of course the basement was occupied by two zombies. But Ryoki didn’t panic. No, instead, he huffs and a sadistic smirk that Yukito is probably not used to (she might only have noticed it once before, when the half fought Tetsu) grows on his face as he holds the bat up. He had no excuses to hold back now, he could unleash all of his anger and blood-lust without any problems because this became “natural”.
And with that in mind, and the pleasure pooling in his body, the hunger for a fight itching and the need for blood scratching the back of his mind, Ryoki throws himself at the undead, bat swinging to it one right on it’s face and probably crack it open.]