Don't mention it. The maid's on strike so I've gotta keep these incidents to a minimum. I could request a bandage outta you at any moment though.
[Not really. (re: any of that) Now with his sock and sneaker off to assess the damage, Kira's hard at work correcting his problem with sharp cracks of bone and low grunts of pain. That should do the trick. A job well, and painfully, done. All that's left is to let his slowed healing ability to do it's fair share.
Currently he leans back wearily, head resting against the back of the couch, and sighs. This whole talk about freedom isn't exactly his cup of tea either, y'know. There's a sour note to the crease between his eyebrows when Bucky opens his mouth again, and Kira's mouth tastes like ashes. He can almost taste the ash of the battlefield and bodies eaten by flame of foe and friend alike, maybe, when he didn't even have a mouth with which to sustain himself. Ashes like the promise he's been keeping all this time.]
The pay is shit and the babysitting detail isn't what it's cracked up to be. There's a price for freedom...there's always a price if you're willing to break away from your chains and change someone's destiny.
[He's lost in the moment, grey eyes glazed and staring at the ceiling but in reality envisioning somewhere long, long, long ago. His smile drips with the severity of Time but there's a surprising fondness there.]
My normal high school delinquent life? All puppy dog tails and hardcore shenanigans, man. The thrilling saga. Why? You working on ripping the collar off too?
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[Not really. (re: any of that) Now with his sock and sneaker off to assess the damage, Kira's hard at work correcting his problem with sharp cracks of bone and low grunts of pain. That should do the trick. A job well, and painfully, done. All that's left is to let his slowed healing ability to do it's fair share.
Currently he leans back wearily, head resting against the back of the couch, and sighs. This whole talk about freedom isn't exactly his cup of tea either, y'know. There's a sour note to the crease between his eyebrows when Bucky opens his mouth again, and Kira's mouth tastes like ashes. He can almost taste the ash of the battlefield and bodies eaten by flame of foe and friend alike, maybe, when he didn't even have a mouth with which to sustain himself. Ashes like the promise he's been keeping all this time.]
The pay is shit and the babysitting detail isn't what it's cracked up to be. There's a price for freedom...there's always a price if you're willing to break away from your chains and change someone's destiny.
[He's lost in the moment, grey eyes glazed and staring at the ceiling but in reality envisioning somewhere long, long, long ago. His smile drips with the severity of Time but there's a surprising fondness there.]
My normal high school delinquent life? All puppy dog tails and hardcore shenanigans, man. The thrilling saga. Why? You working on ripping the collar off too?