He groans at that shuddering rush and the scar, so full of anticipation that it almost makes him dizzy. It's an addictive feeling, and he wonders briefly how he could have lasted so long on the Sopor without it. He's spent the time since mostly recovering under Karkat's and Kanaya's watchful eyes (as much as he understands he shouldn't compulsively collect corpses it's...hard not to give in) with so much good food and rest that he's almost sick of the care. But it has made him stronger. The cravings still tear him apart, and he can only sleep with Karkat actively working to soothe him, but the pain is somewhat more bearable and he isn't shaking the whole time. It's an improvement he's grateful for, because being anything less than his best for his kismesis just isn't a thing he wants to be.
He doesn't bother saying anything, just letting loose his best snarl and flashstepping after. He's pleased Dave so fast. It'll make catching him so much sweeter. He can't let thoughts of then distract him though, because then Dave might win.
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Date: 2012-01-14 03:53 am (UTC)He doesn't bother saying anything, just letting loose his best snarl and flashstepping after. He's pleased Dave so fast. It'll make catching him so much sweeter. He can't let thoughts of then distract him though, because then Dave might win.