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He’s covered in bruises, looks like he had a few bad run-ins, but he isn’t really... feeling much. Maybe it was because he’d managed to steal a cigarette from one of those whack-jobs before escaping an unfortunate fate. At least one side of his face looked okay. The other, not so much.
“Man,” he sighed out, bobbing the cigarette up and down via his lips as he stopped in his tracks, trying to take advantage of the quiet time. Leaning heavily against the wall of a building he particularly didn’t care for, he huffed out another breath.
“This... sucks,” he whined, head hanging heavily from his neck while the cigarette fell and landed on the ground. This probably was what blood loss felt like, wasn’t it?
Oh well. Can’t say this was the first time.
“C’mon, ‘D,” 2D said through gritted teeth, dragging himself forward whilst still leaning hard against the wall. Eventually, though, his knees bucked and, immediately, he tumbled and landed on his knees. He thinks he overdid it, but it was too late for regrets when he saw a smaller shadow obstruct his swaying view of the sidewalk.
“... Please don’t hurt me,” he managed out, voice sounding oddly polite as he raised both hands in weak defeat with his head bowing, though unintentionally. “Or maybe wait until I die first.”
He might’ve been a little dramatic.