"do you need anything for the pain?" (from /post/672238356009304064 | from Evike to Damian )
“Да, чтобы Наоки принял асприн, чтобы я мог его укусить....” Muttered to himself more than anything, muffled further by gritted teeth and the hand before his face, pressing fingers against his eyes. Imagine that - a headache! If only the pounding at his temples weren’t so obnoxious, perhaps it would have drawn more curious interest, as that is not something that merely happens anymore. In fact, he couldn’t remember the last time he’d suffered through it. Something so basic and common amongst Kine, now a cause for concern. Either Camarilla bullshit had really ramped up, or he’d stumbled across something in his wanderings that struck deep without his knowing of its existence. Whichever the case may be, it sucks.
“I’m fine.” There is tension in those words barely masked by the casual, cordial tone so well-practiced it’s second nature. After a moment, the hand drops to rest against the steering wheel, fingers drumming an absent rhythm beneath a piercing gaze that struggles to focus, his throbbing head scrambling to wrap around something that might serve as a clue as to what the hell he’d walked into that evening, but perhaps that was best saved for later. A fresh memory was better to work with, true, though currently, all he wants is to distance himself just a bit, if only for a while and wait things out.
Suppose he could accept the offer of help, too, but that’s going to be a hard pass. He would rather not imagine what that anything might entail.
"I hope you had better luck than I did..?”
