—and a paring knife. (his eyes close for just a moment, trying in vain to tolerate himself.) Ankle.

(he's been busy, which becomes more obvious the closer the guy gets. his clothes are flaking with dried blood and smell suspiciously like gunpowder despite the suspicious lack of firearms. that's explainable, though, the way everything else is.

glancing to the side, hei ignores the track marks running up his inner arm and tries to get an idea of what jake's busy with.)

Other than that, it's as I said. Both pockets are full. I'm carrying four cherry bombs, two in the right and two in the left.