[There’s an unspoken “idiot” in that sentence as Chikusa crouches down, fingers careful as he takes a look at the wound. The good news is that he can’t see too many splinters or anything, just jagged flesh because SOMEONE yanked it out with no foresight. That’s the only good news that can really be said for a gratuitously bleeding wound.]
...Press down on it with your palm. Hard. I need to get bandages….
[At least he suspects that won’t be too hard. If worst comes to worst, he can always steal what he needs. It won’t have been the first time for either of them.]
no subject
[There’s an unspoken “idiot” in that sentence as Chikusa crouches down, fingers careful as he takes a look at the wound. The good news is that he can’t see too many splinters or anything, just jagged flesh because SOMEONE yanked it out with no foresight. That’s the only good news that can really be said for a gratuitously bleeding wound.]
...Press down on it with your palm. Hard. I need to get bandages….
[At least he suspects that won’t be too hard. If worst comes to worst, he can always steal what he needs. It won’t have been the first time for either of them.]