Jun 8
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(It sensed injure and immediately went “wtf happened” @scopae-sthesia)
He shifts, glancing up at nothing in particular, as Scopae's presence makes itself known. He seems like he wants to say something, but frankly, he doesn't have anything to say. There's a greeting somewhere in the back of his throat, but it's lost to ragged breathing that he's trying to regulate.
His hand is wrapped in gauze. The broken glass and blood on the counter speak for themselves. Funnily, he notes to himself, his appearance hadn't even been the issue–he'd just happened to be at the mirror when he snapped.
