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[ This obviously isn't Yukio. Oh sure, it's his face and his body, but that expression could never belong to him. Seriously the closet approximation I could find is

and yet that still is not quite manic enough to describe the look on his face. It is a look that screams of sleep deprivation, hatred towards self and everyone else, and a tenuous grasp on sanity. This expression can only belong to one person. (And such a reason provides a convenient excuse for me to not upload any new icons and simply say "use your imagination to picture Yukio making these faces.")
If you haven't guessed it yet, Yukio's voice is a raspy half-shout as he just laughs and laughs like a stereotypical cartoon villain. When he finally does stop cackling the crazy grin is still on his face. ]
Not so high and mighty now, are you, nameless white haired abomination who I once challenged to a fight but had to issue a rain check because I twisted my ankle? And let me just say how glad I am that our battle was halted. This body's a fucking powerhouse of death and despair! You've got the power of dimensions at your finger tips, right?
[ It is at this point that Yukikat pulls out a fucking lighter and starts drifting his fingers over it jesus christ. His eyes water but he doesn't cry out. (No worries, though, it's only close enough to have the same effect as getting burned with a hot glue gun while making cosplay and then HATING YOUR FUCKING LIFE BECAUSE SURE A BAND AID WILL SOLVE YOUR PROBLEM BUT YOU HAVE MORE SHIT TO SEW). ]
NOT ANYMORE. ENJOY YOUR BLISTERS, BITCH. If we'd faced off I bet I never would've landed a single fucking blow on this worn porcelain that you call skin.
[ PUNCHING HIMSELF IN THE FACE. REPEATEDLY. Some blood trickles from his lips from being cut on his teeth. Still smiling though. ]
Gonna look a whole lot fucking better with bruises! You're welcome. Now when you walk down the street everyone will point at you and say, "You are not nearly as hideous as you were before. Whoever fucked you up certainly did a service for this world. If I had to stare at you one more second I would've died from your ugly."
Oh, what's that? All this is superficial and won't actually cripple you?
[ Pulling out some... cream, or milk, or cottage cheese, it's pretty hard to tell. There is also some rather questionable looking meat wrapped in moldy bread.
Yukikat proceeds to inhale all of this Of course he gags continuously and downs everything with a grimace. To his credit he manages to keep it down long enough to settle in his stomach. ]
Have fun with your intestinal distress. I can tell you right now that awful things are going to be coming out of both ends for days, each instance more painful from the last, leaving every one of your orifices sore and bloody and violated by the stench of your body trying to shit out your soul.
Now who out there is suffering from a communicable disease? I'm going to come and lick you.

and yet that still is not quite manic enough to describe the look on his face. It is a look that screams of sleep deprivation, hatred towards self and everyone else, and a tenuous grasp on sanity. This expression can only belong to one person. (And such a reason provides a convenient excuse for me to not upload any new icons and simply say "use your imagination to picture Yukio making these faces.")
If you haven't guessed it yet, Yukio's voice is a raspy half-shout as he just laughs and laughs like a stereotypical cartoon villain. When he finally does stop cackling the crazy grin is still on his face. ]
Not so high and mighty now, are you, nameless white haired abomination who I once challenged to a fight but had to issue a rain check because I twisted my ankle? And let me just say how glad I am that our battle was halted. This body's a fucking powerhouse of death and despair! You've got the power of dimensions at your finger tips, right?
[ It is at this point that Yukikat pulls out a fucking lighter and starts drifting his fingers over it jesus christ. His eyes water but he doesn't cry out. (No worries, though, it's only close enough to have the same effect as getting burned with a hot glue gun while making cosplay and then HATING YOUR FUCKING LIFE BECAUSE SURE A BAND AID WILL SOLVE YOUR PROBLEM BUT YOU HAVE MORE SHIT TO SEW). ]
NOT ANYMORE. ENJOY YOUR BLISTERS, BITCH. If we'd faced off I bet I never would've landed a single fucking blow on this worn porcelain that you call skin.
[ PUNCHING HIMSELF IN THE FACE. REPEATEDLY. Some blood trickles from his lips from being cut on his teeth. Still smiling though. ]
Gonna look a whole lot fucking better with bruises! You're welcome. Now when you walk down the street everyone will point at you and say, "You are not nearly as hideous as you were before. Whoever fucked you up certainly did a service for this world. If I had to stare at you one more second I would've died from your ugly."
Oh, what's that? All this is superficial and won't actually cripple you?
[ Pulling out some... cream, or milk, or cottage cheese, it's pretty hard to tell. There is also some rather questionable looking meat wrapped in moldy bread.
Yukikat proceeds to inhale all of this Of course he gags continuously and downs everything with a grimace. To his credit he manages to keep it down long enough to settle in his stomach. ]
Have fun with your intestinal distress. I can tell you right now that awful things are going to be coming out of both ends for days, each instance more painful from the last, leaving every one of your orifices sore and bloody and violated by the stench of your body trying to shit out your soul.
Now who out there is suffering from a communicable disease? I'm going to come and lick you.