[Yamaguchi jerks his head away at the first incision, latching desperately onto Tsukishima's words as a way to distract himself. It's not the moral implications of his best friend carving up a man alive that bothers him—well, not so long as Yamaguchi doesn't let himself dwell on it, reminds himself that Tsukishima invariably knows what's best, that this procedure is on an enemy and what Daichi ordered—but Yamaguchi's an anxious person by nature and the medicine he takes can only do so much.
Even now he's prone to occasional bouts of stomach weakness. Especially when it's borne out of empathy, from things like watching people overeat, or seeing others get sick in front of him…or hurt.]
…Okay, Tsukki! Got it. [Yamaguchi swallows and steels himself to avoid letting any nervousness show. Tsukishima doesn't need to be distracted right now.
Keeping his eyes safely averted from the table (mercifully quiet at present, no screams as Tsukishima begins to work), Yamaguchi does as he's bid, filling the ice buckets for what he assumes is preparation for…whatever's being removed. Grabbing the metal bowl next, he heads back over to the table Tsukishima directed. Yamaguchi then makes the mistake of glancing over while setting it down.]
…! [That's…oh, crap. That's a lot of blood. Yamaguchi feels suddenly ill, and is forced to quickly mask it by hastily retreating back several steps. The scent of blood fills his nostrils anyway and he looks for distraction again, voice cracking with false cheer while he wrings his hands.] Th-There, Tsukki. All done!
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Even now he's prone to occasional bouts of stomach weakness. Especially when it's borne out of empathy, from things like watching people overeat, or seeing others get sick in front of him…or hurt.]
…Okay, Tsukki! Got it. [Yamaguchi swallows and steels himself to avoid letting any nervousness show. Tsukishima doesn't need to be distracted right now.
Keeping his eyes safely averted from the table (mercifully quiet at present, no screams as Tsukishima begins to work), Yamaguchi does as he's bid, filling the ice buckets for what he assumes is preparation for…whatever's being removed. Grabbing the metal bowl next, he heads back over to the table Tsukishima directed. Yamaguchi then makes the mistake of glancing over while setting it down.]
…! [That's…oh, crap. That's a lot of blood. Yamaguchi feels suddenly ill, and is forced to quickly mask it by hastily retreating back several steps. The scent of blood fills his nostrils anyway and he looks for distraction again, voice cracking with false cheer while he wrings his hands.] Th-There, Tsukki. All done!