Nov 27, 2017
bandages (to sidney, any verse would be fine)
“D-Damn i’…”
The orphan boy cursed under his breath as he grasped at his side; a feral dog had bitten him, and he hadn’t even done a damn thing to aggravate it! He had to punch it in the nose to make it back off, and now he was bleeding something fierce.
He had tied his scarf across the wound, hoping to stem the flow of blood, and was making his way to somewhere safer to recuperate when he had run into Punchbowl.
“…uh…w-wotcher, miss; n-nice day, eh…?”
Fuck his side hurt.