💔
He hadn’t intended for Simon to see him like this. If he had a choice, he wouldn’t want anyone seeing him like this.
He looked, quite frankly, like hell. He hadn’t had the best night, and for more reasons than one. He’d gotten into a fight tonight. Two, technically, since there had been two humans who’d attacked him. One had carried a bat, and the other had carried a knife. While Nio had most definitely won, he wasn’t in perfect shape.
Thirium was trickling down his temple from where he’d taken a blow from the bat, and he had a shallow cut at his neck, shoulder, and chest, as well as slashes through his shirt and jacket. His clothing was stained and dirty, and his hair - which was usually styled perfectly - was a tousled mess. None of it would have happened if his temper had been under control... if he’d been calmer. But he wasn’t. He still wasn’t. And running into Simon wasn’t a good thing right then.
