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Post by 2sexy4u on Dec 15, 2015 0:45:38 GMT -8
It was supposed to have been a simple reap order. Sen had done quite a few by now but until today he'd never had to go toe to toe with a hunter. He'd heard of it, seen it in passing or from a safe distance. But this time he'd been in the thick of it. And he had learned a lot. But one lesson stood above the rest.
He was not a fighter.
At all.
Fast forwarding back to the beginning he'd shown up in this place a bit absentminded. He'd been neck deep in a project and when he was that far in it was hard to completely come out of it. The area in question was in the south some place he hand't been paying enough attention when the order came in. The only thing he'd really reacted to was who he was going with. UGH Fossil Man.
He supposed he didn't completely hate the quiet ninja. Or was he a samurai? He hadn't honestly paid that detail much thought. Either way he was one of those Asian fighting type dudes and he supposed that was a relatively cool trait. But that was about it. He was late he supposed coming here to this rather ominous looking cloud cover but once more he paid it no mind. Upon seeing Heng his mouth curled down into a frown. That armor was not what he'd call fashionable. Yick!
Disdain written all over his face he addressed him as per the usual. With rude comments. obscene opinions and less than kind one liners. However their usual one-sided banter was cut short as they were suddenly attacked. Out of no where some hunters showed up with weapons swinging and eyes glinting dangerously. His long weapon was useful in parrying a few attacks and he was saved for a moment by his own reflexes. But that didn't do much in the long run.
He'd never been much of a fighter. More of a lover in layman's terms. So his pathetic efforts to not die were deeply disconcerting. Luckily though Heng was here. And boy did he know how to stick it to 'em! However that was one too many of them there and he soon found himself on the opposite end of a blade when Fossil stepped in and took the brunt of the hit.
Sen was quite literally speechless and could only stand there with an incredulous look all over his face. WHAT?! But there was no time to really react. The clouds he'd noticed earlier had rolled in and with it had brought high winds, torrential rains and deadly lightning. The fight was postponed for now and the Hunters vanished with aid of a single flower. The meaning of this hadn't yet dawned on him but he glanced around as the howling wind blew him around and nearly off his feet as he struggled to find someplace to take cover. For now using a flower was the furthest thing from his mind as he spotted a cellar nearby.
"Come on you old bag of bones. Let's take cover there!" he called to the injured apprentice with seemingly little conviction for his own existence. "We're gonna be like those folks in that one tornado movie if you don't step it up." he admonished. So far he was keeping his cool in a very detached sort of manor as if he were only spectating rather than taking part. Eventually though the circumstances would hit him in the face. There was no attempt to help Heng at all as he moved. The irate male just stood there and waited. Had he any say in it he'd have left them.
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Post by chrysDAMNthemum on Dec 16, 2015 23:33:11 GMT -8
It was supposed to have been a simple reap order.
And now Heng was bleeding from the side after getting stabbed (he needs to train more if this managed to hit him). He had the palm of his hand pressed firmly against the wound as he trudged forward. Sen's voice was far off (Heng couldn't make out what he was saying at all), and the rain only made his vision blurrier. His breaths were shallow as he glanced down at the blood oozing from between his fingers and dripping to the ground, staining his clothes and hand.
Of course after a tussle like that, the small hole in his side wasn't the only place that he was bleeding from. Cuts were littered up his torso, one on his arm, two on his legs, and a nick on his neck (no where near any major veins though, luckily). Heng really didn't know why the Hunters had to fight them in particular. And in such a large group as well. It was a fairly ordinary reap order, in a location not known for Hunter activity.
It was foolish to allow himself to become so injured. Maybe it was because he had let his guard down, even just slightly. Maybe he let his guard down because he was too busy directing energy to actively tune out Sen's constant babbling. No.. it wasn't right to blame Sen (even indirectly) for his own mistakes.
Heng shuddered, gasping hoarsely when a surge of pain washed up from his wound. He dug his Ji into the ground hard, leaning against it when his stepping forward leg gave out for a brief moment, trembling. Was the blade he was stabbed with laced with something? Or did it rupture an important organ that wasn't supposed to be ruptured?
Sen yelled something out again, sounding impatient. Heng took some breaths to steady himself, looking up at Sen. Oh, he was closer to him than he thought. Also the edges of his vision fading a bit was new. This was fine. It's fine.
Heng grunted as he closed the final few steps between him and Sen, knuckles white from holding his Ji. He opened his mouth to say something to Sen, but closed it again after trying to formulate a coherent sentence proved too much for him to handle at this time.
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Post by 2sexy4u on Dec 17, 2015 0:19:23 GMT -8
Blood. Sen was not the gore and blood type of guy. Sure he enjoyed the occasional action flick like anyone else would. But live action bleeding was nothing like the theater. His face was taut with suspense and disgust as he watched the injured samurai stumble forward. The rain that had started off rather benign was now a torrential downpour. It pooled in pockets all over where the ground had become too saturated to absorb it at such a fast pace.
The sound of Heng hitting the muddy ground diverted his attention back to the injured man. Just great! Perfect. Freakin Sunshine and Rainbows. He hesitated. The storm was raging and well on its way to being a rather dangerous weather system. He was soaked to the bone and his 'guardian' was splayed on the ground groaning like an old man and bleeding from numerous places. There was no where to go. Save for a cellar that must've been the vestiges of someone's home a long time ago. His eyes flicked back and forth a few times as he seemed to struggle with something before finally cursing into the open air angrily before stomping to the prone samurai. How was he even going to lift this brontosaurus up enough to get anywhere?!
Reaching down he grabbed him as best he could, trying to see and work in the monsoon like rain storm. He wasn't gentle about it at all either. He just grasped him as best he could until he managed to wind one of his arms around his neck enough to begin dragging him. And all the while he let him know just how stupid this was. "This is stupid. so stupid. You're stupid. this rain is stupid and I'm stupid to actually try and drag you're half dead, moldy, wrinkled old carcass to safety. Who's the guardian now eh? UGH this is so stupid!"
All his huffing and puffing helped somewhat since he soon was at the cellar. The wind was picking up and he had to grab a hold of the old wooden frame to keep from being blown away. The lock was just as ancient and after a few swift kicks it came loose the doors were swung open and he started dragging the fossil down into the depths. It was too dark to see what was down there as the doors were closed behind him. Of course the wind threatened to yank them open once more but for now it was as good a shelter as they'd find. He was too worn out to do anything else though but lay on the cellar steps and breath. He was so not cut out for this physical crap. He did manage one last thing though. he reached over and slugged Heng in the shoulder. "You had better not be dead you washed up old has been." Yep, this was how Sen did life checks.
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Post by chrysDAMNthemum on Dec 17, 2015 17:40:54 GMT -8
Heng actually found it in him to laugh. The way Sen babbled on and on reminded him of some sort of electronic toy that wouldn't shut up even if the batteries were removed.
"Yes..,. yes.. all very stupid," he groaned in a voice that sounded like he was rolling his eyes. He was too injured to be polite. His hair was plastered to his skin and currently plastering itself to Sen's arm after he draped an arm across Heng's neck in an attempt to help him. He wasn't really much help, but Heng made no comment on it. This was probably the nicest thing Sen's ever going to do for him.
Heng pressed his back against the wall of the cellar after descending, and slowly let himself slip to the ground. After a solid thirty seconds of catching his breath, he gingerly lifted his palm from his wound, hissing. The blood was sticky (which was good), but still bleeding, of course. He pressed his hand back up, tilting his head back until it hit the wall, and swallowed. Oh it tasted like blood as well. Wonderful.
Heng slowly turned his head over to look at Sen, breaths shallow, arms beginning to tremble from the cold. He shifted a bit, but stopped moving very quickly after the puddle that had gathered under his butt moved about as well.
"S-...Sen," he rasped, voice quiet to conserve as much energy as possible. "You should h-head back first. Get a-assistance," he licked his lips, eye half lidded. Even his eyelashes were dripping with water. He felt like he never wanted to swim ever again.
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Post by 2sexy4u on Dec 17, 2015 18:38:46 GMT -8
Sen laid on the steps as he caught his breath. Heng proved he was alive by moving to sit against the wall. All good. Splendid even. His eyes crossed in annoyance as he glanced down at his person. UGH! He was covered in blood. Not even his own blood mind you nor was it the blood of a smoking hot babe he'd just carried to safety. No. this was the blood of Fossil. He sneered in disgust as he pulled some of his wet, bloody clothing away from his skin to assess the damage. Thankfully he hadn't worn anything super snazzy to this madness otherwise he'd be livid. Instead he was just annoyed.
His blue eyes darted up to glare accusingly at the old man when he interrupted him in a pathetic, weak sounding voice. Jeez, he got stabbed and turned into a freaking whispering willow. "What?" he asked sounding incredulous. He did not understand this guy. He called him names, treated him like the scum dirt wished it was and now not only had he just saved his... second life he was now telling him to go on ahead without him while he bled out slowly?
"What and leave you here alone to die or wink out of existence so everyone can call me a coward and you'll be held on some pedestal like some immortal hero? Well you know what, screw you! " he spat out angrily and flipped him off. Whether he could see it or not mattered little to him. It would be easy to leave him there. So easy. But then why wasn't he doing it? Why was he even still here in this awful hole in the ground with the most boring man on the planet? A hesitant search gave him nothing. He had no idea why he was still here really but absentmindedly he reached for his flower only to find its usual place empty.
Uh oh.
His earlier frustrated rage vanished in a thin veil of shame. He'd forgotten to grab a flower. and he was pretty sure Fossil here had lost his in the scuffle. Which meant... they were stuck here. No service on his phone cause of the weather so any help would have to wait until the storm died down. Fantastic. Running a hand through his hair he turned to look at the shivering and slowly clotting samurai. "Yeah uh well, it seems I can't leave." he stated simply deciding to leave out the bit about him forgetting the flower and the current situation.
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Post by chrysDAMNthemum on Dec 17, 2015 19:20:05 GMT -8
Heng's breath hitched at Sen's biting words, not even registering what he said after, at the moment. Under normal circumstances, they'd mean nothing to Heng. Not really. But here and now in the cold and the blood mixing with the puddle under his butt and the darkness and the pain, Heng felt an unfamiliar tightness in his stomach. Maybe it wasn't his emotions, but blood loss. Then again maybe it was just his emotions.
"A pedestal?" he repeated, voice louder than before. He laughed (more of a cough than a laugh, really), a bitter sound echoing in the cellar. "Pedestals don't exist. I thought they did as a child. I aspired to be on one," Heng reached up, and pulled off his sopping eyepatch, hearing it land on the ground with a dull 'splat'. "This is what I got for chasing that pedestal when I was a child," he looked right at Sen, with both eyes open. It wasn't pretty, though the wound had closed a long time ago. He clenched his fist (his free hand, mind you. He didn't just dig into his wound that'd be bad), pushing himself up, standing.
"Can't you ever just say 'thank you' without making it an attack?" he growled, voice low, taking shaky steps towards Sen. It helped that he towered over the shorter man. The blood on his face helped as well. "Or don't say anything at all. Really." Heng continued his lumbering advance, looking down at Sen, lips drawn back. He was about to say more, then realized what Sen meant by his second statement.
Heng stopped for a moment, tilting his head. Rain still thundered against the old wood of the cellar door, threatening to break in at any moment.
"You can't leave? Why is that?" he asked, voice calm again, stepping forward again, much closer to Sen than he'd ever really want to be. In this desperate situation though, there's really not much that Heng cares about at the moment.
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Post by 2sexy4u on Dec 17, 2015 19:52:43 GMT -8
The voice shook Sen form his morose thoughts a she glanced around a second as if looking for someone else only to find Heng looking well not Heng-ish. He blinked a few times in genuine surprise. He'd never heard the guy speak out of his usual tone of voice. Like ever. It had always been this bored, even tone of utter monotony. His righteous speech slowly dawned on him and he realized the guy was mad at what he'd said. Wait he got mad? The warrior pulled his eye patch off with a decisive flourish leave his wound exposed and readily seeable in the looming darkness that permeated the room. Gross! His face scrunched up in disgust and a little bit of awe. He'd idly wondered from time to time what it looked like under there. But now he knew he really could not see out of that eye and thus he'd been doing all that awesome fighting half blind.
But Heng did not stop at the show oh no he had to tell as well. Sen didn't back up at first, his experience with other males usually resulted in such conflicts. Backed up and subsequently beaten, or harassed. It was completely instinctual to puff up a bit and try to appeared at least a little bigger than eh was. Despite this though he didn't seem too rattled, the only thing giving him away was his knees which shook in fear as he imagined the man was about to finally let loose and invite upon him ll the cruelty he'd given. It was fair it was just and it was usually what happened. He only scoffed at the comment about his less than kosher thank yous. He was a spoiled brat, It came with the title. That and his distaste for jocks usually made him more antagonistic than he'd be normally.
"I always have to get the last word." he replied, his shoulders shrugging in defeat as a lopsided smirk shadowed his face. He tried to keep his footing but the encroachment upon his personal space in the already tight quarters was too much and he backed up a step as he continued advancing. The last question was responded to with a bitter chuckle. "I..... don't have my flower." he stated evenly. "So maybe... you should sit down cause I'm not exactly a medic." His gaze flicked unsteadily tot he blood he'd left in his seat and then to the wound he was holding on his side. He made a valiant effort to not remember how he'd gotten that still bleeding hole in his abdomen but the memory of the weapons clashing was hard to put behind him with it being so soon. And still he refused to say thank you or even sorry. He just stood there and grinned in a way that expressed he was anything but amused at the moment. His own back had met the wall now. Nowhere to go, nowhere to run and a storm raged wildly just outside the door.
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Post by chrysDAMNthemum on Dec 17, 2015 20:16:19 GMT -8
Heng didn't say anything at first. Just sort of dripped water onto Sen as he leaned over him. Something about Sen's tone, how small his voice sounded, drained away whatever adrenaline that was fueling Heng. The pain from his side resurfaced, and he fell forward, free hand thankfully still reacting fast enough to steady himself against the wall, only sort of landing on Sen.
"You.. lost your chrysanthemum," he repeated dully, clutching at his wound. Heng closed his eyes, straightening himself, then ran his hand through his hair. He took a step to stand beside Sen, then promptly slid down onto the ground again, back against the wall. He reached into his pocket, patting around.
Well. This is fantastic.
"I was going to offer you mine but it appears that it's met an unfortunate end," he said slowly, pushing his hand through the hole sliced through his pocket (how did those hunters have such specific aim) to reveal his chrysanthemum, its head cut in half. He laughed again, pulling out the flower and crushing it in his hand, letting it fall to the wet ground.
"I need bandages," he said.
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Post by 2sexy4u on Dec 17, 2015 20:31:39 GMT -8
Sen was still waiting for the inevitable beat down but instead the lumbering oaf fell on him. He chocked down what would've been a loud yelp of indignation and clamped his mouth shut tight as he moved to stand beside him instead. Eventually Heng muttered the already stated facts of his flower and slid to the floor looking every bit like he as in as much pain as he imagined. It was like he was painting the walls with his blood. That color so did not go with this decor.
Something akin to concern flashed in his eyes as he glanced sideways at him but it vanished the moment it came returning to its usual frostiness his ice irises often held. Whether it was concern for Heng or for this predicament was hard to tell. He glanced to the flower he'd figured had been lost to see it had instead been destroyed. They were still stuck.
Bandages... yeah he supposed he might need those. Too bad they had none. All they had was their own clothes which were much too wet to do anything with. He tried to put the realization that Heng had not decked him to the back of his mind. It would happen eventually he was sure. So no reason to imagine he'd escaped that scenario. Instead he decided to be of some use for a change instead of sulking in a corner. Wordlessly he pushed off the wall and whipped his phone out which had a flashlight and he began rooting around through the remnants for anything the fossil could use to piece his Swiss cheesed hide with. He didn't say this was what he was doing though. He just rifled through some things with a focused kind of vibe to his actions. Occasionally he start to hum and then stop as if he couldn't decide if it was okay to do that now or if it was rude. And then he'd just start back up because he decided didn't care after all.
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Post by chrysDAMNthemum on Dec 17, 2015 20:44:40 GMT -8
Heng watched himself bleed out passively. The blood was clotting, he could feel that, but everything was awfully red. How many decades has it been since he was so injured?
He was dying, Heng realized. It didn't feel very strange. It almost felt right. At least this time he could prepare himself for it. Or perhaps not seeing it coming was still the better option. Where did Apprentices go when they died? Oh right, the void. No gods to help you here.
He looked away from his wound to observe Sen instead. He was humming. How nice. Heng liked music. He wished he could've listened to music when he died last time. He died awfully quickly. Awful. That was him. Sen's earlier comment about being a coward was brought to mind.
"I'm sorry," he said out loud, squinting into the muddy darkness of the cellar, against the sharp white light that Sen was holding. Sorry for running away. Sorry for not wanting to f-face the next day, sorry for not wanting to fight anymore, sorry for losing, sorry for dying. Sorry for dying.
Sen was quiet again.
"D...do you sing?" Heng asked, eyes sort of unfocused but still looking over at Sen. This blood loss business was catching up to him. The pain had numbed a bit. He was trying to gather his disjointed thoughts instead of babbling. If he couldn't get bandages he'll need something to hold against his wound. To slow the bleeding until... until when? No one knew where they were. How long will it be before anyone notices their absence? Would Headquaters even care? They were but two soldiers in an uncountable army. Nay, one soldier and one who couldn't fight. Heng took a shuddering breath.
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Post by 2sexy4u on Dec 18, 2015 15:05:52 GMT -8
Sen wasn't having much luck with his search and his quick sifting was turning into frustrated shoving. His humming was off and on as he looked around for anything.,but there was just nothing here. Nothing that wouldn't disintegrate on being touched anyhow. A few times he found something made of fabric but the state of it was so grotesque that it wasn't even worth trying. He'd scoured the cellartwice when Heng muttered an apology that drew his focus away from the fruitless search and to the bleeding warrior. What? Why was he apologizing? Was he losing so much blood his mind was blinking out?
Either way his face scrunched up in annoyance as he shoved the last box he'd failed to find anything in off the ledge it had been on, letting the contents crash and scatter across the muddy floor. None of this junk was going to help. Striding back over to his bloody companion the usual cool headed man looked a bit less put together. At the question of if he could sing arose an eyebrow quirked up in confusion.
"What? What the hell kind of question is that even supposed to be you old wretch?" he grumbled angrily before suddenly holding a hand up and waving it back and forth. "Forget it I don't wanna know how your mind works. Needless to say though I ain't about to sing you off to an eternal siesta if that's what you're aiming for." There was nothing to cut the bleeding still copiously pooling beneath him. He knew apprentices were hardier than the living but they still could die. That much he knew. Cursing angrily out of nowhere he started wiggling out of his wet jacket, vest and shirt. It wasn't like his clothes were clean anyhow. Bleeding beauty here had defiled them with his ancient blood so what did it matter if he used them as a tourniquet.
Trying not to think about it too much he folded his dress shirt a a few times and stepped over beside him and slid it down between Heng's back and the wall and then tied it off so it was tight but not so much it cut off all his circulation. He was hardly gentle about it, but that might have been because he was trying to get ti done as quickly as possible. Also he was shivering without his layers on so his fingers accuracy was severely lessened.. Once he was sure it was snug and doing the job he dropped his wool coat over him. No point cutting off the bleeding if he let him freeze to death on top of everything. All he had left after that was his vest which he quickly pulled on and tied his scarf back around his neck. It was all in vain really since it was soaked and he was cold but what else could he do? He took a seat on the cellar steps where he'd been earlier and stared into a dark corner.
"And by the way. I do s-sing. But this sultry singing voice is for serenading ladies only." His voice quivered slightly in the cool air and it lacked the usual confident arrogance he usually spoke with despite hsi attempts to make it sound normal.
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Post by chrysDAMNthemum on Dec 18, 2015 21:10:32 GMT -8
Heng heard the clatter of boxes and frustrated noises. Maybe he won't get bandages after all. He pressed into his side a bit harder. He seemed to only make Sen angrier so he decided not to say much beyond sounding an "Oh".
Was it getting colder or was he getting colder? Or maybe he's getting hotter? Heng weakly lifted his other hand to place a palm over his forehead. He couldn't really feel anything. Good job Heng.
He lay there uselessly, swallowing his bloody saliva when it started pooling in his mouth, trying not to think. There was water creeping down the wall, dripping into his already wet shirt (which has dried just the tiniest bit), rolling down his back. It kind of tickled, but only because it was very cold. Instead, Heng focused on the sounds around him, closing his eyes. The level of darkness stayed around the same (maybe?). Maybe Heng should eat more carrots or fish. Apparently it helps with better night vision. The wind seemed to be dying down a bit, still strong but weaker than before. The door to the cellar rattled, chains clanking furiously. Another reminder that they were stuck here.
Sen swore, huffing. At least he was still spirited. Heng was glad that Sen's character was like this, for once. So stubborn and headstrong. The worst thing that could happen now was Sen giving up as well.
Now he focused on listening to himself breathe. Stay alive Heng. You owe it to stay alive this time. But it's so tiring. But you owe them Heng. Don't disappoint twice.
Heng gasped loudly, voice hoarse from the cold. His eyes sprung open when wet cloth touched his back. He looked down at Sen, who had stripped off his shirt and was now using it to tie around Heng's wound. Heng bit his lip against Sen's roughwork, brows furrowing. He didn't say anything after Sen finished, just watched as he pulled on more wet clothes and a scarf, then went back to perching on the steps. He looked very thin.
"Th-that's a shame," Heng said softly, "you have a nic-nice voice."
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Post by 2sexy4u on Dec 18, 2015 21:49:59 GMT -8
Sen was content to sit in silence, expecting the other man to fall asleep. Instead he spoke and said the most asinine thing he'd ever heard. "What?" he asked, his voice accusing as he turned his narrowed eyes towards the bloody man currently sporting his shirt and his jacket. He was never getting those back. But now to deal with this madness about his voice.
"You must have lost so much blood you've lost your mind." he muttered, sounding annoyed. "So shut up and rest. I think you've made enough bad life decisions for one day. At this rate you're gonna be wrinkled inside AND out."
Ridiculous, some dude liking his voice. The only explanation had to be that he was half mad. Despite his actions in potentially saving the morons life it seemed in a bit of conflict with his frosty demeanor as he shot the man dagger-like glares occasionally. Was he wishing him dead or checking on him? It wasn't easy to tell. It was cold though and being wet made it worse but he played it off rather well since it was only obvious in his hands which he currently had folded under his arms. The storm outside was still kicking around and he sighed in exasperation as he wondered how much better this situation would've been had he been shacked up with a babe. Instead he had a soggy fossil. Fantastic.
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Post by chrysDAMNthemum on Dec 18, 2015 22:58:48 GMT -8
"Perhaps," Heng replied with a laugh. He sighed again, smiling slipping off. It was hard to keep.
"I'm sorry that you have to go to such lengths for me," he said, still watching Sen. The makeshift bandages was working, somehow. He gingerly lifted his palm from his wound, then his entire hand, fingers leaving the cloth last. Sen liked his clothes very much, Heng knew. He also knew that these clothes would never be able to be worn again. This was a great sacrifice, wasn't it?
He held up both of his hands, squinting. They were both kind of pruney, one with another cut on it that he hadn't discovered before, running from one side of the back of his hand to the other. The other was covered in blood. Drenched. The blood that was drying cracked over the webbing of his fingers, his palm still glistened. It was cold. He was cold. He was burning up because of his injury probably? But he was still cold.
"Sen... are you c-cold as well. I'm sorry," he didn't look over at Sen this time, just kept looking at his hands.
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Post by 2sexy4u on Dec 18, 2015 23:32:51 GMT -8
He was still talking. What part of shut up had be not understood. He grumbled to himself, obviously annoyed but figured his babbling meant he wasn't looking to become a ghost today. A listless sigh passed his lips as he sat forward and gave the man a portion of his attention. Go to such lengths? Really? Had he not been so useless in a fight they might have made it out unscathed. Had he not forgotten his flower they'd be back at the HQ. He was sure plenty of other things had happened that were his fault. And this moron was continuing to apologize. It was so backwards and it ticked him off.
Somehow he kept his anger intact and instead let out an angry hiss of pent up rage. "Don't mention it. Really don't. It's what anyone would've done right? So don't make a big deal out of it." He huffed at this conversation. It was so stupid. He just kept apologizing. "Yes. I'm cold and there's nothing we can do about it till this storm goes away and we can hitch a ride home on a sparrow or something. But would you cut the apologies already? Ir you wanna apologize say your sorries to my coat and shirt. That shirt was an Armani and the coat was Ralph Lauren. Tell them thank you while you're at it." he spat angry once more. He had literally NOTHING to apologize for but he just kept on. Where was the righteous fury? Where were the jabs at his utter uselessness in a fight? Where was everything he was used to honestly.
This old fossil. he glanced back at him and his bloody limbs and looked away. He'd never been big on blood and even now it was making him ill. Shivering and sick to his stomach what else could happen to make him more miserable.
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