[ oh. that's blood. red blood. his blood. experimentally, he runs a hand down the back of his neck, tracing the cuts that sting under his touch. fuck, these are going to be noticeable.
rolling off the bed, smooth and silently, he runs a hand over the creases on his shirt and wipes the expression off his face. ]
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rolling off the bed, smooth and silently, he runs a hand over the creases on his shirt and wipes the expression off his face. ]
Better than last time?