I'll be all right — [ His protest, of course, is half-hearted and weak, and with the come-down of the fight over, he's feeling just a little bit put out, the energy and adrenaline slowly ebbing away.
He shrugs out of his jacket, torn and bloody anyway and probably not even worth keeping, hissing at the sudden pain that comes with it. ]
Hardly even saw that knife coming. [ He admonishes himself, filling in the space it takes to finally drag his jacket off and work at his sleeve. His light blue-ish shirt is soaked to one side with his own blood; it's actually quite the sight. ] Haven't been stabbed like that in years.
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He shrugs out of his jacket, torn and bloody anyway and probably not even worth keeping, hissing at the sudden pain that comes with it. ]
Hardly even saw that knife coming. [ He admonishes himself, filling in the space it takes to finally drag his jacket off and work at his sleeve. His light blue-ish shirt is soaked to one side with his own blood; it's actually quite the sight. ] Haven't been stabbed like that in years.