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❛ Ah. Naturally, this was nothing to puzzle me how you’d see my predicament, no doubt you would. ❜
Appeasing him to hear both the factor of being forgiven, gradually improving his overall mood alongside the suggestion of assisting him recover – surely he did not think of himself under obligation; he troubled him enough throughout these pass minutes. The impediment question being – why hadn’t he moved his actions to getting it done himself? One conclusion may be explanatory; unsure the last area Iris or himself relocated the kit at, seeing how his memory failed him a many times. Rather than dwelling on the very existence of his violin and the music it produced had he not bothered to check up on his light injuries. No words excused how it reminded him due to stinging occasionally; not like the feline mauled him, supposing it couldn’t be shocking he ought to ignore it, lingering the mental note to not leave it untreated for he did not wish to flood concern by every passing expression one took a glimpse at him. Not easily concealed either… one of the worse places to really be attacked!! Pondering his answer, Sherlock eventually shook his head, giving a smile, ❛ – Nonsense. As if you cannot see yourself, I’m well capable tending to myself. No worries on my behalf, Mr. Naruhodou! ❜
“But Holmes-san, if that is so, then you would’ve tended to your wounds right away, correct?” Yes, he imitated his famous pose, like when they’re resolving a case together with his Theatre of Logic and Deductions. He hoped he wouldn’t mind (which is unlikely that he would in the first place). The blonde’s logic simply made no sense to him. He wished to remind him of that fact before quickly receving some band-aids from the first-aid kit, sticking them slowly on his face.
“There. How’s that? Um... I should probably add some cream too, right?” Maybe he was a little too quick with this...
