@dragon-born-freak​ liked for a starter: [x] Boy do I really hope Ponsol doesn't start a fight because this will only get ugly.

[✧ﾟ･*♚*･ﾟ✧ ] The platinum blond-haired man was walking down the street with a small tune escaping his lips. The tune sounded jovial and like something one would hear at a magic show-- and that's because it was. He did enjoy magic, so when he wasn't studying or making flower bouquets, he was practicing magic tricks.

     Like so, one could see Ponsol playing with a deck of cards, shuffling the deck with his hands whilst care freely walking among the crowd of the hustling bustling crowd. From the tune he was humming, those who knew him well would come to know that Ponsol was in a good mood. The smile on his face being of the genuine nature for once.

     Incorporating more complex and grandiose movements to go along with his card shuffling as though he were performing some magic act for some invisible audience, he suddenly stopped in his tracks, just remembering something.

                  ❝Did I bring it with me today? Let's see... here it is.❞

     He stashed away the cards into his pocket to instead pull out a big red ball out of his other pocket. As he exchanged the ball between his hands, the ball would grow smaller but increase in size. 1 ball to two, to four, and now 6! 3 balls in each hand. Rather content with his masterfully executed trick, he started going backwards, going back to just 1 ball.

           the pungent smell of disinfectant was a nostalgic aroma that almost rendered his knees to buckle down due to the whirlwind of agony painted memories. however, that’s not his biggest worry. instead it’s the fact he’s trying to sneak out of the hospital without garnering too much attention from nurses, doctors and the rest of the staff. after all, he was supposed to put on heavy watch-- they might have assumed that this was cause from punching glass.. for fun! fresh bandages are a strong contrast against the old ones, it doesn’t exactly help that blood splotches have begun to appear as well. ( oops, moving too fast with fresh wounds -- mm ! ) 

           watching the blood stain white bandages was euphoric because he could feel the sting of liquid oozing out of stitches. damn, he’d have to get that changed-- but wouldn’t an infection hurt as well? a finger begins to pick at one of his fresh dressings, watching the gauze become undone and the bloody would ripe and ready for him. laughing to himself, the noise he makes borders between normalcy and depravity. using his nail, he began to tug at it as his head was kept down; gaze firmly placed at the wound oozing out beautiful red liquid from the now irritated cut which was inflamed around the edges. oh so captivating. 

          that is until his body bumped against someone, nail tugging harshly at the stitches agonizingly through the collision. ( it was devastatingly pleasurable. ) almost letting out a noise reminiscent to a foul groan. 

      ‘ .. ah ! that hurt... ’ 

          didn’t sound like it did-- 

     ‘ oh ? ’ 

          hisomu wasn’t expecting to see right before him a staff from the hospital ( that’s his own fault for lack of attention ! ); nonetheless, he procured a disarming smile. quickly, his eyes assessed the person and his surroundings. the staffer was taller than him and had an interesting amount of piercings, how quaint. the garb he had on didn’t seem to be of a nurse or a doctor, perhaps.. janitor? it was then confirmed seeing the cart behind the guy that had cleaning supplies among other things. unknowingly, a sigh of relief leaves his lips because this is easy to escape.. maybe even grab information on the way out. 

Oh dear, I hope that everything is alright on your end! Also please don’t forget to include the date that you sent your ask!

Bodaway will be on a semi-hiatus for you until March 1st! We look forwards to seeing his return!