sign: who did this to you? (federalblu-britishmarksman)
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Teddy was sure he entered the kitchen a bit louder than he had intended, but it was hard to tell when all he could hear was the usual distant ringing that accompanied not having his hearing aids in. He'd tried his best, tossing his dirty cap and the small busted aids onto the countertop as gently as he could despite his anger. It was late into the night by now, and the last thing he needed was Spy to come barreling into the kitchen full tilt to yell at him for something that he couldn't help when his night had already been shitty.
His head was stuck in the fridge, illuminating his blood and dirt smeared scowl as he looked for something to help wash the coppery taste out of his mouth. He had just grabbed a bottle of water and stood up more fully when he saw Nathan, the other man making him jump and drop the bottle to the floor. Teddy looked down quickly to make sure it hadn't ruptured without his knowledge before directing his scowl towards his friend.
He forwent speaking, instead moving his hands in a 'what' motion, face conveying the question with a lift of a bloody eyebrow. At Nathan's return question, he crossed his arms, almost reluctant to answer. He didn't want his friend to get upset over him, but he knew Nathan wouldn't just let it drop since he came in so late looking like he did.
With a short huff of air, Teddy began to sign, trying to keep the wince off his face as his battered knuckles defied the motions. "Just some pricks in town." It wasn't a lie, but it definitely wasn't the whole truth. A few guys had tried to jump him while he was out for a little R&R, key word on tried. They left just as bruised as him, but that was hardly a comfort. He made eye contact with his hearing aids on the counter top, the little bits on metal and plastic having broke during the fight. One looked as if it had been crushed under a shoe, the other sporting a jagged crack in the casing from a punch to the side of the head.
"Don't worry about it." He tried to end the conversation there, moving his hands quickly to the side as if to push away the idea of any further words. Instead of trying to pick up his fallen water, something he was sure his body would not appreciate him doing, Teddy simply took another from the fridge. His hands shook has he tried to undo the cap, spilling a bit of water down the front of his shirt and onto the floor. "Son of a bitch." This was said aloud, albeit very quietly to circumvent his inability to gauge his volume. "Stupid fucking..." He trailed off, setting the water down with enough force that more was spilled onto the counter, but he didn't care. He looked around for a moment, trying to find something to clean up the mess with. "Towel?" He signed towards Nathan, not having the energy to go looking for one.