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( a sick worry washes over valentino, even if he sits in the limo stone — faced. he's on his next cigarette, chain smoking, blowing clouds into the back of the vehicle anxiously. his claw fiddles with the little button to roll the window.
val sags over, against vox's
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He slowly stood up straight, and slowly picked Val up in his arms. Seeing how damaged his wings are, a sad look would cross Vox's face.
"... Come on, let's get your wounds treated."
He said, using whatever that's left of his system to call up their limo to bring them home.
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it's fine, it's fine, it's fine.
his shaking fingers curl into vox's sleeve that's left. what a fucking nightmare. at least he still has his arms, his legs. )
i want to go home. right now.
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i'm fine —
( val tucks what's left of his wing behind his back. it's a little different when you're more organic, less replaceable mechanics.
painful, maybe. but, also admitting they're gone before he's seen how bad it is, is hard. only one side feels really bad.
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He weakly nodded, and caressed his cheeks.
"Don't worry about me, Val, I can easily fix myself... But what about you? Did that fucker rip off any limbs from you too?"
He asked, checking on his partner.
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you don't sound okay — and your arm.
( valentino is careful not to touch.
though, a curious part of him does reach for where the missing limb was. )
we can replace it, right ??
( another hand, reaching for vox's ruined screen. )
this too.
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He felt relieved as he saw the grin on Valentino's face, and he would wrap his remaining arm around the other's waist, looking at him. Looks like Alastor beats him up pretty bad, too...
He then sighed softly as he heard Val's words, and slowly returned the kiss, holding his chin
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not even a horny one this time !
you had pants growing out of your face.
very unlike you.
( trying to emphasize with his hands.
plants. out of his own face. bleh — )
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