[ considering the migraine he's dealing with, having to additionally deal with the cybernetic amateur over here and his blaring siren friend isn't exactly helping, and he gives a low groan, nose scrunching as he peers up at the scene in front of him.
it's distracting enough that, no, he hadn't immediately realized that he's not exactly looking in top shape himself, considering his wounds haven't been stitched up yet and he probably nearly experienced sleeve death not too long ago. he's honestly surprised he's not passed out right now. ]
It's fine. [ not really, but he's not going to make a scene, even if he rears back to look down at the bigger wound near his belly, still evidently bleeding. bringing his hand to his face, he wipes at his mouth and jaw, debating how to go about this before peering back up, brows still knit but certainly looking a bit more awkward about it. ] Does your siren buddy there know where I can patch this up?
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it's distracting enough that, no, he hadn't immediately realized that he's not exactly looking in top shape himself, considering his wounds haven't been stitched up yet and he probably nearly experienced sleeve death not too long ago. he's honestly surprised he's not passed out right now. ]
It's fine. [ not really, but he's not going to make a scene, even if he rears back to look down at the bigger wound near his belly, still evidently bleeding. bringing his hand to his face, he wipes at his mouth and jaw, debating how to go about this before peering back up, brows still knit but certainly looking a bit more awkward about it. ] Does your siren buddy there know where I can patch this up?