@internumexitium; continued from X;;
You know, his didn’t actually remember. Maybe because he wasn’t actually there. Well, scratch that, he was, but he wasn’t, you know? His body was there, but he wasn’t exactly himself. Though, explaining that to a complete stranger was way too complicated. If anything, he’d just think he was crazier than he likely already did.
“---Just’a fight. I do it all the time.”
That wasn’t exactly a lie, but not entirely the truth either. Sure, he got injured in fights quite a bit, occupational hazard being a street fighter, but this was worse than usual. Of course, he wouldn’t admit to that. The last thing he needed was to be taken to a hospital; he just needed rest. Once he’d gotten some sleep he’d be fine.