˙ ˖ ✶ Perry
ziggy had been off during the attack, never one to be on high alert until czernobog attacked, destroying everything in their wake. during the attack on his own quarters, ziggy had been caught off guard as he haphazardly gathered items in his room, valuables that any other person in their right mind would've told him to drop and fight. he didn't, he couldn't. blow after blow he clung onto the items, dashing towards the first person he could spot and handing them off before sending them off with a warning to not damage any of the contents inside. it didn't take long to ignite that fit of rage that was always peeking from the inside. and as the dust settled over their battle, he walked around knowing his room was no more as it had all collapsed behind him as he ran.
as he sauntered back to what was once his room, the sight of perry made his breath catch in his throat. "perry, you okay?" he asked coming up next to the man's side with a pillow case full of every game and every other little thing perry had once given ziggy or left behind in his room. "I got all your stuff out safely, here," he mumbled, before noticing the blood on his friend's costume and his eye widened, the one that wasn't swollen shut. his hands raced to see where his friend could be injured, but he was no doctor. "perry, shit, fuck! are you okay, are you bleeding i have to get you to the med bay, come on?" he said, ignoring his own body now covered in cuts and bruises, his face stained with blood. @leschevalier
