I can tell on both fronts. This isn't exactly a vacation hot spot for people used to the cold.
[On the assumption that this guy is a Russian passing for another nation. Kira only has enough time to snort in return before he's blessedly loose from the vice grip, stumbling back with a grunt and barely manages to catch himself before he falls on his ass. Calculating grey eyes are fixed on Bucky even as he reaches down to assess the damage to his knee, first and foremost. The healing isn't noticeable on the outside, but inside Kira can already feel the bone splinting back together the right way, thankfully. The foot is another matter entirely. The broken toes are the least of his worries, what, with the frantic way Bucky's eying the room, the exits.
Grey eyes land on the blood blossoming against Bucky's side. Finally, he opens his mouth, voice strained as he spreads out his arms as if to say see?]
That's right. I don't take orders from anyone and I only have to look out for one person. I'm free.
[He's taking a lot of liberties with that statement, actually. He's not exactly free, but he chooses to do this, to follow Setsuna throughout every lifetime. Pathetic, romantic, whathaveyou. He's kind of totally a hypocritical loser.
While we're still on the subject, he lets loose a sigh then takes a seat on the rather prime looking couch, (it's blue, go figure) putting enough room between him and Bucky. Hooks his bad foot over the opposite knee and prods the bones gently. Without looking up, he addresses Bucky]
Figure you could make it to the bathroom in the other room? Since I'm practicing Zen and all that shit it wouldn't hurt to tell you where my first aid stuff is. [Out of the goodness of his heart and so he can set these bones without this fucker in the room.]
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2/6/14 04:15 (UTC)[On the assumption that this guy is a Russian passing for another nation. Kira only has enough time to snort in return before he's blessedly loose from the vice grip, stumbling back with a grunt and barely manages to catch himself before he falls on his ass. Calculating grey eyes are fixed on Bucky even as he reaches down to assess the damage to his knee, first and foremost. The healing isn't noticeable on the outside, but inside Kira can already feel the bone splinting back together the right way, thankfully. The foot is another matter entirely. The broken toes are the least of his worries, what, with the frantic way Bucky's eying the room, the exits.
Grey eyes land on the blood blossoming against Bucky's side. Finally, he opens his mouth, voice strained as he spreads out his arms as if to say see?]
That's right. I don't take orders from anyone and I only have to look out for one person. I'm free.
[He's taking a lot of liberties with that statement, actually. He's not exactly free, but he chooses to do this, to follow Setsuna throughout every lifetime. Pathetic, romantic, whathaveyou. He's kind of totally a hypocritical loser.
While we're still on the subject, he lets loose a sigh then takes a seat on the rather prime looking couch, (it's blue, go figure) putting enough room between him and Bucky. Hooks his bad foot over the opposite knee and prods the bones gently. Without looking up, he addresses Bucky]
Figure you could make it to the bathroom in the other room? Since I'm practicing Zen and all that shit it wouldn't hurt to tell you where my first aid stuff is. [Out of the goodness of his heart and so he can set these bones without this fucker in the room.]