Shura ~“Are you alright?! Do you need anything?”
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“I’m… fine,” he said quietly, turning his head. Aphrodite wiped the blood of his rosy lips now tinted with crimson red with his manicured fingertips. The beating he got wasn’t so bad, and he returned victorious in the end, making the one who had the audacity to oppose him pay for his injury, one way or the other. Well, Shura did. Yet, he was still too proud to allow anyone to see him in that state, no matter how minor the cut on his lower lip was, and even if, at the moment, the Capricorn was his only company. It wasn’t out of vanity, but letting his guard down wasn’t something usual of him. Wasn’t for Shura, his injuries could have been much worse, and that was quite hard to swallow.
At the very least… it was someone he trusted, and that wouldn’t look down on him for a moment of lack of attention. He could at least show him a bit of gratitude, it wouldn’t hurt… right?
Aphrodite turned to look at his friend, furrowing lightly his thin eyebrows in a mild downcast expression.
“I apologize for the trouble, since you had to finish him off for me…”









