(the sting of nails dragging blood from his wrists, coupled with strangling a drowning boy beneath the surface of the water—his water, the water they stole from him—is a heady feeling that makes him rock into the grip he has on stiles' throat. a laugh bubbles up, demented, even when pink liquid begins to lap at the sides of the tub. it's agonizing, it's rejuvenating, it's reminding him he's here and alive and still powerful.

stiles bites him and suigetsu decides it's high time he jerks back, releasing the arachne's throat with a growl and a hard slap from the heel of his palm against the bridge of his nose in an effort to dislodge him.

chances are high that emptying lungs in order to breath will be a higher priority than attacking him further once he's off and out of the bath, the chimera's only thought now getting something to stem beading red that's begun to dizzy him enough to make his descent onto the floor a fall; his chin cracks against tiles, jaw audibly snapping shut.)

Kuku... kukukuh– here I thought I was the only maniac around. You always look that freaky? (says the protozoan-looking monster flopping out of their primordial shaving cream soup and out into the hall to begin his and stiles' exodus onto land.) You're gonna' pay for making me bleed the second my legs are back in action. Just gimme a few minutes to dry off, and then we can fight properly!