❝ Well … that’s just too bad. ❞
he manages to say, making no effort to hide the pain he was obviously feeling. the kerberos spine makes quick work in closing up the wounds he’s received (someone felt the need to stab him several times in a role), but it did nothing to lighten heine’s discomfort. which could be the reason behind behind the gunman’s rude behavior but then again … he was never really a great conversationalist in the first place.
❝ — you one of those weirdos that are into this kind of stuff? cause you’re looking at me longer than most people do. ❞
(.✘) Well, he had part of it right. He was definitely into the almost mouth watering sight of his wounds, making the ghoul's stomach twist with hunger. It wasn't everyday a tenderized meal came walking up to him. But, he didn't kill anymore, and he could almost hear the old man nagging in his ear to be more polite. Today was this guy's lucky day, he was actually going to offer to help him. Though not before giving into the impulse to retort with a sarcastic statement.
"How did you know? I always wait out in this alley hoping that some beaten up bastard will walk past and make my day." Pausing for effect, he pushes himself off the brick wall behind him and brushes off his pants. "--Do you need me to get you some help?"












