[ juno's shoulders tighten a moment from the excess adrenaline, the theia humming softly somewhere where it meets his brain. he closes his eyes for half a second, cradling his own hand and averting his eyes from the blood even though he can feel it slick on his hand. the price you pay, he supposes, for getting a little violent. dully: ]
Some people are just looking for a glass to the head, I guess. Whatever scratches their itch.
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Some people are just looking for a glass to the head, I guess. Whatever scratches their itch.
[ his brows draw a little at the offer. ]
You some kind of doc or nurse?