For a moment, everything seemed to stand still. Or maybe everything moved so fast that it seemed like Yosuke was standing still. The sequence of events was impossible to follow, but somehow he ended up on his knees, covered in things that used to be inside of Gustavo Fring.
People were screaming. Someone was screaming. Shit, was it him? It was. It took him a moment to try and form words, and when he did they came out shrill and hoarse.
"What did you do? WHAT DID YOU JUST DO?"
It probably wasn't the best of ideas to scream at someone who had just brutally murdered another man right in front of you, but this was all so far beyond logic that there was no use trying to apply it anyway. Yosuke glanced at the warm, but rapidly cooling coating of sticky goo that had spattered his legs and arms and -oh please not his face too- gagged loudly in the back of his throat.
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People were screaming. Someone was screaming. Shit, was it him? It was. It took him a moment to try and form words, and when he did they came out shrill and hoarse.
"What did you do? WHAT DID YOU JUST DO?"
It probably wasn't the best of ideas to scream at someone who had just brutally murdered another man right in front of you, but this was all so far beyond logic that there was no use trying to apply it anyway. Yosuke glanced at the warm, but rapidly cooling coating of sticky goo that had spattered his legs and arms and -oh please not his face too- gagged loudly in the back of his throat.
"What the hell did you do? Oh, gods..."