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      “At least you didn’t hit your head.” Hellboy chuckled, a smirk twitching at red lips. He had heard worse, (big red ape, demon, monster, the Devil—) but was nice, just to be called Red, for once. The only nickname he liked. Vibrant orange eyes gazing down at man’s arm. It was bleeding, but only a small pool of blood stained his attire.

     ❝----Yeah, that wouldn't have ended too well,❞ Castle answered, getting up from the floor with a quiet groan.          At the mention of his arm, though, he had to glance to it. It didn't hurt that much, wasn't exactly the worst thing he'd ever experienced. Fortunately for him, he hadn't actually broken anything in either the collision or the fall.