Hotter Than the Sun, Faster Than a Bullet.

mun here i’m going to revamp the blog for a bit !! so like! see ya! 

but I’ll still be roleplaying/replying I’m just Stupid

He leaned in and carefully moved Rip’s face, assessing the damage. He would have felt angry at whoever hurt Rip, if not for how... painful the cuts looked. He was silent for a moment before placing a hand on Rip’s shoulder.

“Wait here.” Rev dashed to the kitchen, grabbing a clean cloth, dampening it, and returning to Rip in under a second. His hand back under Rip’s chin and the cloth gently, and slowly, dabbing against the wounds. 

"C’mere, Rip- No, closer.” Rev was speaking slowly now, hoping it wouldn’t agitate the other more.

Rev stayed quiet for a bit, focusing on cleaning the cuts. What happened didn’t matter to Rev, nothing he said would change the fact that Rip got into a fight and got banged up so bad. But the nagging feeling in the back of his head told him if he didn’t find out the cause it’ll only happen again. It only got louder the longer Rev stayed quiet until it bubbled out, quiet and (kinda, sorta) scared.

“... What happened, Rip?”

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