@duquete : Send 🩹 to patch my muse up after a fight.
PATCH ME UP | STATUS: ACCEPTING
❛ OW. ❜ he resisted the urge to pull back like he was twelve, keeping still even if he was admittedly on edge. if the miyagi-dos had just minded their business this wouldn't have happened. eli was hoping the more he told himself that, the sinking feeling lingering in the pit of his stomach would go away. ❛ are you trying to cut off my circulation ? ❜ he was self-aware enough to realize he was being a dick, but his uncle was usually good about not taking things personally. he watched through blue, tired eyes as denny wrapped up the small cut on his arm from a sharp piece of debris in the arcade. they probably should have cleared all that shit out of the former laser tag space if they weren't using it anymore, but what did he know. his chest felt tight, and instinctively he raised his free hand, running it along his chest as if he was just having some bad heart burn. it wasn't a big deal. it was fine. ❛ i could have done this myself, y'know ? ❜
