Jul 16, 2025
Your pulse is already getting stronger...
"I prefer if you didn't invade my organs... Or actively listening in." He falls silent: movements cease, he shoots his blue friend a look, akin to annoyance. Embarrassment consumes him, hidden well beneath verdant gaze, that gentle visage. (Superman speaks truth, one he would rather lock away. The pride of Atlas' shoulders turning pitch.) He turns; crimson covered fingers hastily latch onto a compression bandage, immediately staining them in the action. [Painfully] forced to retreat from mishaps to treat the deep wound at the palm and review other tactics. (It drips, drips, drips). "Please pay no mind to this we have not much time left. Focus."