Sebastian slowly lifted his hand to brush his collarbone where once pale skin was, was now cover in black and purple splotches. It marred his regular lily white skin and made him feel so terribly beaten and broken. He bit his lip and shook his head. he didn’t like this, he didn’t like Claude so angry, and he knew him to have a temper, especially when the Raven kept things from him but this was over kill. He’d heal, he’d recover, so why all the drama? This had happened before, this was simply the first time Claude caught it before his wounds had faded away.
“I got in a bit of a scuffle with a reaper, it’s nothing serious, I don’t even know their name.” He muttered and crossed his arms. “What’s the big fuss about? I’ll recover, like any other time I’ve gotten hurt.”
⊰♛⊱ — ❝ I’m not making a fuss about it, I was just asking. I don’t appreciate when I ask a question and I don’t receive a proper answer, that’s all. ❞ he scowled and raised his chin just a little, jaw still clenched but fists relaxed. Even when Claude was more violent than the Raven, he still was more careful and had a little more tolerance. Lips pursed and unamused expression took place on Faustus’ face, still fulminating the crimson-eyed male with his sharp gaze.
❝ How long does it takes you to recover from those little scratches? ❞ the Spider inquired, his frown furrowing. He knew it wasn’t serious, but it bothered him. It bothered him so much it was ridiculous. Was he worried about him? ‘Nonsenses’ he said to himself.
