"Stop-" Yoru squatted down, bar balanced over his shoulders, and pushed back up with a sharp intake of breath and hiss out as he reached the top. "-stop, you've reopened your wound."
He'd been in a complete trance and hadn't noticed. It was sore, but it'd been sore the entire time since he woke up after having been snacked on. Yoru took a few steps forward and - THUNK - set the bar back on the cage. He ducked under the bar to face her, touching around the soaked-through dressing and looking at his red-slicked fingers.
Yoru met her gaze and gave her an innocent smile. "Heh, oops."
The scrapper's hair was tied into a messy ball except for a loose strand that was stylistically left out. Blood had rushed into his muscles, making him look considerably larger than he normally would. Hypertrophy was a wonderful thing for the ego.
"The kit's in my room."
He'd been in a complete trance and hadn't noticed. It was sore, but it'd been sore the entire time since he woke up after having been snacked on. Yoru took a few steps forward and - THUNK - set the bar back on the cage. He ducked under the bar to face her, touching around the soaked-through dressing and looking at his red-slicked fingers.
Yoru met her gaze and gave her an innocent smile. "Heh, oops."
The scrapper's hair was tied into a messy ball except for a loose strand that was stylistically left out. Blood had rushed into his muscles, making him look considerably larger than he normally would. Hypertrophy was a wonderful thing for the ego.
"The kit's in my room."