[ Adrenaline slowing the flow of pain in him, the sound of footsteps makes his hackles raise on instinct. Luckily, it's a familiar face. ]
Oh, Atsushi. [ He calms again. ] Something like that.
[ Master of the understatement. For someone who looks like they came out on the wrong end of a tussle with a woodchipper, he looks and sounds mighty calm. It's just another facet that speaks for itself — it's not that uncommon of an occurrence, though he's only frustrated that he hadn't put up more of a fight.
That thought sits at the forefront of his person rather than the cold, itchy burn of losing blood. ]
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Oh, Atsushi. [ He calms again. ] Something like that.
[ Master of the understatement. For someone who looks like they came out on the wrong end of a tussle with a woodchipper, he looks and sounds mighty calm. It's just another facet that speaks for itself — it's not that uncommon of an occurrence, though he's only frustrated that he hadn't put up more of a fight.
That thought sits at the forefront of his person rather than the cold, itchy burn of losing blood. ]