“who’s blood is that?” for Lance
blood sentence starters.
“Eh,” Lance replied through a soft grunt, wincing slightly as he shifted and wiped at his busted mouth and bruised face. “--a lil o’mine an’ a little of t’eir’s.” He clarified, rolling his shoulders a little as if being dismissive about the whole thing but only because he was used to such injuries... what Lance wasn’t as used to was others seeing the aftermath of some of his altercations. This one was a bar fight he had no business getting involved in but the Irishman never had been able to stand by while other people were being treated badly. “M’okay t’ough, s’really not t’at bad, looks worse m’sure.”
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