Feb 25, 2020
❝ let me take a look… ❞
it was a sorry shape that blondie took, conditions which he was apt to suffer every once in a while since he spent most of his time meddling in other people’s affairs. getting beaten up and broken was just apart of the job, really: he wasn’t a perfect sleuth. with little to no energy, he allows the other to help him to something of a sitting - up position, bloody face almost making him indistinguishable. it was an effort, as it was, to say anything in his normal life : being wounded rendered him completely silent. all his blue eyes did was watch him inspect the damage, expression occasionally twisting in a quiet wince.
