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"So." Wolf let the bag down onto the round table with a 'thump', semi-glaring at Gray as if mentally communicating with him; 'You ruined my day, are you happy now?' Which only earned him a glare back from the boy who crossed his arms in response.

Taking a closer look at Gray, now with better lighting, Wolf realized that; wow, he really does look like shit. Unlike earlier when he bumped into him, it was dark and rainy, his glasses were blurred out by the rainstorm so he couldn't see him very clearly (sucks to have prescription).
So what he thought was just a couple of bruises and a busted lip, was actually a gigantic bruise that spanned over his cheek and a bloody gash under his busted lip that was still bleeding up until now.

Thus lead to Wolf's eyes trailing lower in curiousity, to Gray's jaw that was just barely covered by his loose hood. Small bruises (?)- no, not bruises, hickeys. Small hickeys lined his jaw, and Wolf suddenly got an idea of what exactly Gray was doing before their encounter.

Averting his eyes with an awkward cough, he pulled out another chair for him to sit on while unpacking the contents of the plastic bag, and bunching up a couple of tissues for applying rubbing alcohol.

But as he busied himself with organizing the medical supplies, he also suffered under the silence and scrutiny of Gray Yeon who was sitting just across from him, his gaze burning holes into his mind. "Uh, here-" He sniffed a little bit to ease the tension, and distraughtly prepared an alcohol-dipped tissue for him too.

His stare was intense- not that this was his first time experiencing that soul piercing stare, the same thing happened this morning, and earlier. But the tension and the faded pop music just made it more unbearable to sit through.

"You." Gray's voice cut through the tension filled air, catching Wolf's attention immediately. "Why did you do that." He stated bluntly, still giving Wolf that sharp look.

"Do.. Do what?"

"Why did you punch him and run away."

Oh right. That was what happened.

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