@divinascripturaā :Ā ā you underestimate how much you mean to me. i wasnāt about to let them hurt you. and i certainly wasnāt about to let them even consider killing you. ā Volo to Hikari, likely covered in blood that isn't his
Mouth ajar with the shock and worry of moments prior, Hikariās lips quickly stitch together, brows knitting together while her eyes give his form a more thorough scan than they had in their panic moments before.Ā Now that she looked, he didnāt have any discernable wounds. He didnāt look all that disheveled either, as he would have if he had been the one hurt. That blood wasnāt his. Itās as sheās trying to mentally make sense of his appearance that his words fully process and within a breath sheās up and in his face. Her hands grip onto the front of his bloodied smock, dying her digits crimson with the way she squeezes the fabric.
āWhat did you do?ā Her tone is low, almost a growl. Eyes locked in a dangerous glare on his own before Hikari grits her teeth and starts pulling the soaked articles from his person. They needed to start washing them before the blood fully set if they wanted the clothing to come out relatively unscathed. ā.. Fuckinā ass, just take it all off. Hurry up.ā Whatever heād done.. It was her fault for not paying attention to him. She was supposed to be watching him. Theyād deal with the clothes first, other shit later.











