[Fukuda, as if he somehow knew this was going to be his turn to be cool, Dodges both the spike ball and the lasers (15, 17). And then he turns as he hears More call his name.
He instinctively knows what to do. And even if the urge wasn't irrepressible, he honestly wouldn't have many qualms about acting on it. He's a weird guy. So he turns back around to face Neo, but rather than attacking, he shoves his hand into his own chest. Blood spatters out around his grasp, staining his shirt as he groans in pain.
But the next moment, his hand seems to seize around something, and he yanks from his chest... a microphone?]
2/2 cw: body horror
He instinctively knows what to do. And even if the urge wasn't irrepressible, he honestly wouldn't have many qualms about acting on it. He's a weird guy. So he turns back around to face Neo, but rather than attacking, he shoves his hand into his own chest. Blood spatters out around his grasp, staining his shirt as he groans in pain.
But the next moment, his hand seems to seize around something, and he yanks from his chest... a microphone?]