Claws sunk deep -or as deep as they could- in to Reaper's shoulder as 76's grip tightened on him at the pull closer. Claws digging in to blood soaked soil as that tail lashed and kept him balanced sitting on the balls of his feet. Ears pinned back and sharp teeth pressed against fingers as if he was just barely muzzled by that hand.

"I won't stop," what he meant was going to be left as vague as that, if Reaper would think about this at all later he was welcome to it, "And you're in no position to try, let alone talk." There was push back, black enveloping eyes to where there was only a touch of blue left, and even that was being overtaken by a sudden rush of red as if bleeding through.

Black bleed on to skin from eyes, spiderwebbing out further as it even colored what had been white fur. Shadows pulling up around him, baring down on everything. Pain for pain, and that familiar crackling of electricity the only thing not muffled by the swallowing darkness of shadow that Reaper couldn't control—

The world swung a bit and closed in, but it was more firm rope and fabric than anything else. The flickering a candle light just far enough away and well planted that it wasn't in danger of setting anything on fire. Inside, the smell of wood and pine and something strangely sweet. Warm.

Two bodies in one hammock.