“ that’s… a lot of blood. ” [ 2 m ak e up for me vanishing for... 3 months. here. have th is rifp ]
❛ no -------- no-one -------- it’s fine, okay? leave it be. ❜
the fact that his words are more gentle now then they usually are (no cursing, particularly) is greatly OVERTHROWN by the venom in his voice. all spitsnake and grabby; rattle tail moving wild and his gestures even more so, with hands moving wildly through the air in a way that indicated that he was aiming to flip the other off, but couldn’t figure out what kind of subtle way to do it. it’s not his best idea, of course. and it sends spasms of pain crawling hungrily up his sides; felix’s hands snap back down to the wound he’s been trying to ignore, pressing tightly against the torn skin. he sighs through his nose; eyes downcast and fingers tight, concerned. still unsure about what it was that happened, but considering the ringing in his ears and the dryness of his throat, the details were probably the least important part of it.
the only important thing now was to keep stasney shut up about these things and to patch himself up.
