⠀ .. yes. 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦. ( mouth, a straight line. has just been.. 𝘴taring at the wound, in truth. the adrenaline of receiving the gash not quite having left him yet… "𝘣aby—ish," his instructor would’ve said,
⠀ ( it’s not the 𝘸orst of any of his past injuries, by 𝘧𝘢𝘳 ——— yet still, it’s 𝘥eep. enough for skin and flesh to 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑙, dripping red with every mild 𝘧lex of fingers… maybe.. a 𝘣𝘪𝘨 band—aid? )
﹙ wincing on his behalf、reaching for his hand —— quivered fingers hovered there instead of grabbing for it、trying to gauge whether this was a band - aid solvable cut or not... ﹚
⠀ still… can’t see why they’d fetch that high 'a price. ( young, 𝘯𝘢𝘪𝘷𝘦 leon. not yet melded by the intricacies of online fandom culture. ) ———is that, like. a 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨? people buying used gloves?
( notices ——— yet, he doesn’t point it out. just a 𝘨entle nudge of his shoulder to hers, hesitation 𝘧izzling away. ) no need to be tense. i thought it was funny… 𝘬inda.