Ah—no fussing. I'm fine, I'm fine. A two, or some other number on the lower end of that scale.
[ he's jostled and signed, and his body doesn't recover from it nearly as quickly as it's used to. he's more unused to not bouncing back than he is in pain. it dredges up some uncomfortable feelings about his own body, but he swallows those down in favor of the feeling of tight corners and elevated driving.
lifting his shoulders slowly, he cradles his hand to his chest, giving it a knowing frown as if he were dealing with a bill he didn't want to pay rather than an injury. he lifts dark nails to begin to remove glass from the places between his fingers to allow his hand to heal properly, his brows kneading together in a wince.
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[ he's jostled and signed, and his body doesn't recover from it nearly as quickly as it's used to. he's more unused to not bouncing back than he is in pain. it dredges up some uncomfortable feelings about his own body, but he swallows those down in favor of the feeling of tight corners and elevated driving.
lifting his shoulders slowly, he cradles his hand to his chest, giving it a knowing frown as if he were dealing with a bill he didn't want to pay rather than an injury. he lifts dark nails to begin to remove glass from the places between his fingers to allow his hand to heal properly, his brows kneading together in a wince.
there will be bandages at the safehouse. ]
How's the small fellow?