⠀ ⠀⠀ ❛ hwat’re ya .. tsk, i said i ain’t need
⠀ ⠀⠀ any help. s’not *my* blood on my suit,
⠀ ⠀⠀ dummy. ❜
shooing her away, a lit cigar between his lips .. he’s practically covered head to toe in that *disgusting* red, and it would’ve certainly seemed like he was severely injured to an outsider’s eye⸻that is, if his very same hunting weapon hadn’t been laying right beside him, his prized gunblade.