there aren’t too many thoughts behind her actions, reaching to his features and pressing a tissue to his head. “ hold still. You’re bleeding a little. “
A low grumble would escape his lips as the other pressed a tissue to his head. Injuries weren’t uncommon for him, but people wanting to help him were rather rare. Bristly by nature, Randall’s frame will tense, his expression a sour glower.
“Tch...you’re making me look weak in front of the others, why’re you doing this?”
With a sigh, he would wait til she was done. The other didn’t look like a fighter of any sort, so he couldn’t say he was intrigued. His face a little red from embarrassment, he couldn’t help but feel like he was being treated like a child.
“Next match, I’ll take the other guy out in one hit, just you watch. No more of this ‘tending to the injuries’ business, aight?”