@joovcho liked for a starter!
Two clash before body rebounds against body, his own coming into contact heavily against the solid concrete below him. His expression is peculiarly dull as he dusts off the arms of his black longsleeve. There's no doubt he's gotten a scratch despite his coverage. The vexatious sting which remained longer than it should have was a dead giveaway; he dared not to check. He couldn't bother to wince or to grimace. He was already accustomed to pain—both physical and emotional.
Lifting his head briefly to receive a quick glimpse of the other, his eyes hastily scan the individual only to find (to his brutally unanticipated surprise) that the male's pale skin bore a few scrapes as well, crimson fluid smudged against the man's shirt and lower forearm. He clicks his tongue. What a shame it was to have seen clothing so lovely become blotched and marred by that same repulsive liquid that just so happens to bring all life, yet can instantaneously signal the end of another.
Getting himself up and off of the ground while eyeing the collection of books which had scattered upon the sidewalk, he reaches downwards to gather the items into one pile before handing them over to the other.
"Watch where you're going next time."
