Nero: (*_*)
(*_*) My muse had fallen for yours - literally! Too busy staring, they weren’t looking where they were going and tripped right in front of your muse
Simon: Ah! O- oh dear! Um…. Are y- you ok? I… uh… Let me help you up. Are you hurt? What’s your n- name?
"Uu-u, damn it," Nero grumbles, the reality of the situation striking him harshly. On his face. Which married the ground. He thanks divine forces that he’d left Dolly at home, and prayed that she wouldn’t bicker at him later for injuring himself. Somehow she caught on.
He expels a brutal coughing fit, vision spinning as he feels himself lifted from his spot. “Wha—W-Wait, wait!” Nero chokes out, waving his arms and nearly falling again, but he manages to right himself with the helping hand. Brushing a hand to his forehead, the chemist winces.
"I’ll be fine, probably!" he exclaims, chuckling to himself. Eyeing his arm, the gaunt man notices a healthy trail of blood falling from his palm, and staring closely he recognizes the cosmetic meant for covering his burns.
“Shit,” he whispers, turning away from the other. Oh lord no, nobody should see that. Shit shit shit—
"Oh!" Nero shouts, still keeping his face away. "Um— my name. Yeah. I— well you can just call me Nero. That’s my name. Always been, yeah." The man rapidly checks every possible pocket on his clothing for the bottle of foundation, or some cloth to get rid of the gravel stuck to his skin - Why did I leave my home again? The chemist curses himself endlessly.
Simon looked at Nero quizzically, watching him rummage through his pockets, all the while keeping his head turned. Simon wondered if he had lost something important and thought to ask, but before he had a chance, noticed the fresh blood on Nero's palm. Simon grabbed a few tissues out of his pocket and offered it to Nero.
"Um... Your palm...? I think i- it's bleeding..." Simon mumbled, keeping his eyes on the ground, afraid that Nero falling and getting hurt was his fault. He was unable to look Nero in the eyes out of guilt.
