cont. - @brutalistsniper // tw: gore, cannibalism
"Ay-" Dan made a noise as a hand took hold of his shirt. If it weren't for his own hands being busy, he'd have grabbed the other man back. "Ya hands in tha way, smelly! Paws off! Fwoh fwoh!" He blew on the hand, as if telling the man to let go.
He snorts at the question. "Nah. I dun remember what a brutal is," he says, holding down the wound with one hand while another reached for a bottle of antiseptic, "but 'dis is 'bout ta be brutal! Hope ya like ya nerves shot pally!" The runner hums, opening the lid with his teeth pouring the antiseptic onto the wound.
"The supply runner, at ya service!" He introduces himself as he works, spitting the bottle cap he was holding with his teeth as he sets the antiseptic aside. "Or well, I'm s'posed ta be the supply runner but ehh, I ran outta healthkits so we doin' it manual style 'till I get back ta stock up. Hold still, smelly- or don't." If he accidentally tore the man a bigger gash, well... Dan drooled a little at the thought.
He starts to bandage the wound, working quickly while licking his lips. The skin's pretty thick but... this guy's pretty skinny... If he just dug his fingers in a little, put a bit of force... maybe pull a chunk of muscle out for a little taste?- no, no, bad Dan. You have a job!
He paused his bandaging for a second to smack a bloody hand on the side of his face, huffing to himself before resuming his work. Despite eyeing the man with hungry eyes, Dan stuck to his role, albeit swallowing a lot.
"What's a brutal, buddy? Talk ta me."
