| [Jul. 1st, 2008|06:36 am] |
That blood was hers.
With careful attention paid to every move, Raidou scraped himself off the wall and staggered the three steps it took to reach Tsume. "Don' have fangs," he said, very slightly confused, and let gravity pull him to his knees. The concrete floor was cold through his wet jeans. He wrinkled his nose slightly and decided not to let anyone spill anything on him in the future. Ever.
"An' you're bleedin'," he added, gesturing at his own face. He gave her a closer look, now they were roughly on eye level. "Eyebrow, too. An' your head. Y'need to learn t'dodge better, lil' boss."
He cast a glance around for any kind of cloth. There was his own shirt, but it was dirty now, and he was still wearing it. Finally, with careful concentration, he ripped a long strip free from the guy Tsume was sitting on and inspected it. In the dark, it looked pretty clean.
"'m not much of a medic," he murmured, "but this'll do for a bit. Hold still?" He caught Tsume's chin carefully with one hand and set about gently cleaning the cuts on her face. |
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