“ You’re bleeding a lot... ”
INJURY STARTERS !! @vcmpkid
“—- not mine,” he grunts. pauses, before spitting at the ground and staring at the resulting wad of blood, “not, mm, all mine.” dexterous fingers smear the excess across his face in a half-hearted attempt at both cleanliness and intimidation, before he recalls exactly who’s presence he happens to be in, and frowns. sharp gaze turns cautious, then.

















