@fiivvee , continued.
used to open wounds, broken bones, and near death experiences, there wasn’t much that could shock party poison, anymore. this is the life he’d chosen, one of danger and crime, all to help others. and if that meant he needed to get hurt a little bit a long the way, than that’s a deal poison was more than willing to take. seeing others get hurt was a bit of a different story. he’d take a bullet for a number of his allies, smaller bruises and holes even more frequently. party thought he had seen five getting roughed up, but the redhead had been too preoccupied in fighting his own battle to help with whatever trouble five found himself in. now that the fight was over, poison limped a bit towards one of the rooms, only to find five trying to cover up his damage.
‘ looks like it fuckin’ hurts, ’ party replies in a low tone, slowly making his way towards the table and the supplies that sit on top of it. he’s been around the other long enough to know five would refuse assistance nine times out of ten. but that didn’t mean party wasn’t going to try. picking up the tweezers that had previously been dropped, hazel eyes glance over the metal before moving towards five again, a dull expectancy in his eyes. ‘ you gonna let me help, or are y’just gonna bitch about it? ’