Continued!
@brglz
Caspar blinked before turning to look at the other as he approached. “Oh hey, Linhardt!” He winced a bit as he finished pulling his shirt off. “Uh you mean these? Yeah they’re fresh! But they don’t hurt at all! Nope!” As he spun his arm to prove a point, he quickly winced and pulled his hand to cover the bruise. “…. See? Just fine!”
Linhardt didn’t buy it.
Sometimes he wondered if Caspar collected bruises and even admired them in the looking glass after sparring sessions, but he couldn’t fathom just why he would allow himself such pain. It was obvious that they hurt.
“They look bad” He said, closing the distance between them to get a closer look.















