nulv42
you look terrible,
nulv42
[there’s an ecstatic smile on his face. too wide, too pleased, given the situation.] hm, you’ll live. hopefully.. [the words weren’t reassuring. however, jun was never the one to comfort others. his arm outstretches—there, a gloved hand gently meets a bloody wound. for a moment, a vicious thought occurs: his fingers digging into the wound, feeling the skull. but he, only lightly, grazes his fingers against the head wound. then, he tuts,] you should know better to protect your head. i’ll have to bring you back to my lab. are you feeling dizzy? pain? tell me what you’re feeling, yurei.
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@nulv42 [eyes slowly lift to stare at the other, and the first words that wanted to leave yurei’s mouth was why did he even come here? but the investigator’s jaw clenches, battered frame settling in front of the other.] is it bad? [only referring to the wound on his head, recalling the bat which met him. the aching makes him wince briefly,] it was a good idea before this happened. are you feeling smug now?
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