Korajj had been enjoying his evening hopping roof to roof outrunning some highblood he tormented, and had decided to tale a break and rest! He swung around the ledge and slid down to the floor of the alley with a soft pfffffff, landing on his hind legs and taking a few step down the alley backwards. Hm..this place seemed safe enough to rest!
That was, until he heard the voice of the goldblood from behind making him whip around. Boy, was he a sight..not a good one. Seeing him struggle to get up made him wince, and he watched him with a worried look in his eyes.
"...buddy, it looks like you shouldn't be here either- at least I'm not bleeding like a blood bag!" Pointing to the cut on the man's forehead, he let out a sigh. "Did some highblood baddie get you? Looks pretty bad...and bloody- do you want some wraps?"
Zairyn could still taste the last beer he drank, in between bloody swallows. He was definitely sober by that point though, having slept in the trash for maybe half an hour. Definitely had a concussion too, but hey, he wasn’t going to get that checked. He wasn’t that weak.
But Korajj was right, he did look like a god damn lemonade-filled pushing bag that had too many holes right now. He was bleeding from a cut on his forehead, one on his left arm, and he was pretty sure he had a broken rib too. He could feel his heart beat in the tender skin over his left side. This was going to leave a nasty bruise for sure.
But hey, he was alive. Was it worth it? Probably not. Would he do it again? Yeah, he is that stupid.
“He didn’t get me. I got him.” More like Zairyn started the fight but couldn’t finish it. That said. “Coward called for help after one little zap. They ganged up on me, they were like 8.” More like 2 but still. “I got him good too.” No, he didn’t.
He brought his fingers up to the cut on his forehead and winced. Yeah, he should probably get that closed if he doesn’t want a nasty infection. Who knows what got into that cut while he was sleeping with the trash. Thinking about that...he took a quick sniff.
Dear lord did he reek. Not a very good first impression.
“...I’ll take the wraps, but I ain’t sucking your dick for them.”
