cont. from X with @cloud9allatime
He watches him, eyes sharp, giving him a look that he’s been told is severe. “Your mouth is covered in blood.” It wasn’t a yes, but it certainly wasn’t a no, either. “This is why I insist on going with you to every little client meeting. Because you always get yourself popped one.” He’s pretty sure that’s not quite how the phrase is used and he doesn’t care. “Ballademager,” he mutters under his breath.
“Just stay there. I’ll clean you up.” He digs deep in his pocket to pull out a small vial with a cloudy blue liquid swirling inside. “Hold still. This may sting,” he informs him as he applies a few drops of the potion onto the wound with the tips of his fingers.
“So, did you get paid for this one?” he asked calmly.
