[ there are a few cuts and scrapes, a shoulder that's sagging a bit unnaturally (thankfully the fall didn't reopen the sutures), but other than that, he doesn't look too bad. well. alright. there is blood on his coat in general. and on his hands, but he doesn't seem too bothered. As he looks down himself, juno gives a little bit of a shrug, face in half a rictus. virgin screwdriver. now that's something he's absolutely not going to get behind. blood loss or no. ]
I'unno. I think it gives it gives it a... [ what are they calling it these days. ] panache. Or whatever.
[ bloodstains. detective chic. that's how it works. still, he laughs (it hurts a bit, but he's learned how to chuckle around a few achey ribs). ]
But not all of it's mine. [ mostly the hands, he's pretty sure. some cuts on his forehead have already stopped bleeding, thankfully. ]
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I'unno. I think it gives it gives it a... [ what are they calling it these days. ] panache. Or whatever.
[ bloodstains. detective chic. that's how it works. still, he laughs (it hurts a bit, but he's learned how to chuckle around a few achey ribs). ]
But not all of it's mine. [ mostly the hands, he's pretty sure. some cuts on his forehead have already stopped bleeding, thankfully. ]