For a kid that's literally eaten trash before, a couple mystery meat sandwiches isn't going to turn his stomach too quickly. Well, at least if his head doesn't have anything contrary to say about it. He's taken quite a few whacks to the head in his time fighting battles and wars, so honestly this may not even be a huge problem for him even a few hours from now.
Duo's still in the same place, eyes closed but clearly listening attentively since he cracks an eye open as soon as he hears the other man approaching him more directly instead of following the foot patterns of passers-by.
"If it's edible I'll eat it." And even if it isn't it stands a chance if it's in the way of Hurricane Maxwell trying to eat. The wet paper towel gets a sort of .. blank look, if he's honest, wondering what the hell that's for before Axel elaborates. "Oh.. you not good with blood?"
It's an attempt at a tease even though, well.. it is kinda gross across the board to just sit there with dry, itchy as hell blood on one's face, but since when has he particularly cared about that? Anyway, since he has the materials and has been so prompted, Duo moves to carefully wipe at his face, going by touch and texture alone to get the vast majority of it off of his face but not quite touching the epicenter of the injury just yet. If it had to be stitched, then he wants to do that alone. Some people might be disturbed to watch him stitch an injury by touch in a hallway..
Well. More than seeing him with a bloody injury, anyways.
Once he thinks he's clean enough, Duo makes a casual toss of the dirtied towel to the side, noting to clean it up before he starts moving again but right now too focused on eating. ... Which he starts without so much as even inspecting what he's given, for better or worse.
"The name's Duo." Another hungry, large bite of the sandwich, and like the true manners deprived kid he is, he speaks through his food this time - "Duo Maxwell."
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For a kid that's literally eaten trash before, a couple mystery meat sandwiches isn't going to turn his stomach too quickly. Well, at least if his head doesn't have anything contrary to say about it. He's taken quite a few whacks to the head in his time fighting battles and wars, so honestly this may not even be a huge problem for him even a few hours from now.
Duo's still in the same place, eyes closed but clearly listening attentively since he cracks an eye open as soon as he hears the other man approaching him more directly instead of following the foot patterns of passers-by.
"If it's edible I'll eat it." And even if it isn't it stands a chance if it's in the way of Hurricane Maxwell trying to eat. The wet paper towel gets a sort of .. blank look, if he's honest, wondering what the hell that's for before Axel elaborates. "Oh.. you not good with blood?"
It's an attempt at a tease even though, well.. it is kinda gross across the board to just sit there with dry, itchy as hell blood on one's face, but since when has he particularly cared about that? Anyway, since he has the materials and has been so prompted, Duo moves to carefully wipe at his face, going by touch and texture alone to get the vast majority of it off of his face but not quite touching the epicenter of the injury just yet. If it had to be stitched, then he wants to do that alone. Some people might be disturbed to watch him stitch an injury by touch in a hallway..
Well. More than seeing him with a bloody injury, anyways.
Once he thinks he's clean enough, Duo makes a casual toss of the dirtied towel to the side, noting to clean it up before he starts moving again but right now too focused on eating. ... Which he starts without so much as even inspecting what he's given, for better or worse.
"The name's Duo." Another hungry, large bite of the sandwich, and like the true manners deprived kid he is, he speaks through his food this time - "Duo Maxwell."