The Emperor

GANGSTA. WEEK DAY 7: Land of Confusion

Option B: Free Day

Everything concerning his boss matters to Delico.

Everything.

Including that stream of blood running from the older man’s nose.

That is not okay, and for some part, the Twilight feels it is his fault that he failed to foresee the sudden attack when they were out to town just a few hours ago. Now, standing close by the chair with a handkerchief in one hand, Delico carefully dabs the tip of the fabric on the crimson gush above Monroe’s upper lip while trying not to touch the injured nose as much as he can.

          “ There’s really no need for such, Delico. It was just a sudden blow to my nose, it’s not really broken or anything of the sort. And even if it was, I’d just budge it back to place and all would be dandy! ”

      He was definitely rather cool about this injury, not really preoccupied in the least as the white haired tagged dabbed at his slightly bruised nose. With a low wince under his breath at one of those touches around his sensitive spot, Monroe still managed to pull a smug smirk despite the sudden but brief pang of pain.