Sora, stared blankly at the male before him, he himself not even moving a muscle as the wind blew his black hair gently off in directions that only it knew. He didn’t feel like explaining it, as explaining it would cause him to get angry again, and getting angry again would inevitably make him want to wreck something else, and he just couldn’t take it. One would think that in terms of reincarnation, Cupid was nothing but a blessing, but to Sora, Cupid was nothing but a curse.
The god was fiery and passionate, while Sora was dull and emotionally blocked off. Cupid knew how to read things, people, situations, and act accordingly, Sora did not. Cupid was like the light at the end of the tunnel, and Sora was like the entrance to an abandoned asylum. There was no common ground, and on occasion, if a compromise wasn’t made, outbursts would take place that would leave Sora in a disassociated state for days. It was hard, but on this particular day, hard couldn’t even describe what he had went through. “I-I..” He winced, feeling a shocking pain in his arm, but not wanting to show it. “I slipped down a few steps a little while back…” A thin line of blood left his temple, as if even his body was even trying to indicate how bad of a lie it all was. “No need to curse…" He took a deep breath. “It’s nothing I can’t fix.”
He isn’t one to outright cause disagreements or call people out on their bullshit unless it directly involves him. Otherwise Jongin would peacefully ignore the fact he doesn’t think it’s the truth and go on with his day. Despite, his sometimes awkward aloofness he genuinely cares about anyone and everyone - wanting to make sure they’re perfectly okay. (However, he will deny this until the day he dies because he doesn’t want to be seen this soft.)
His lips thin in such a way that suggests he doesn’t buy the story the other is telling him but decides it’s better to not contradict the stranger. But the sign of blood has Jongin on his toes as if assessing if there is danger nearby and if the male is truly fine. Instead he shakes his head a little bit because it’s no good. If he doesn’t offer to help and goes away now he will only worry later what had happened to the male. Instead he sighs some and begins, “My name is Jongin. I don’t live too far away and I know basic first aide if you want me to take care of any wounds you have.” He says since he had gotten hurt enough himself to become somewhat of a pro-- nothing to brag about but it had come in handy for things like this.
