[Manabu tries to muffle a pained sound when settled on his back, the jolt up his spine from pressure on his tail still new and unsettling. he blinks out of the grimace it caused, still holding his breath until well after Grey's arm slips out from under him. that sensation isn't pain, but it is...strange.
he blinks slowly, looking up toward Grey. despite the dim lighting, he can still see the discoloration of blood here and there, down, and...]
...You got hit. [it only takes a moment to notice: that particular stain isn't a spatter. it's pooled. a puncture point.]
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on 2024-03-07 03:49 pm (UTC)he blinks slowly, looking up toward Grey. despite the dim lighting, he can still see the discoloration of blood here and there, down, and...]
...You got hit. [it only takes a moment to notice: that particular stain isn't a spatter. it's pooled. a puncture point.]