[The flexibility there doesn't really feel quite right, sore and bruised as he was already. He might've put a little too much into that punch to begin with, and although some rest is probably all he needs, he wishes he were the type of person who could, with a straight face, say he got the injury doing something way less fucking stupid. Oh, you know, there were these Shadow-Grimm things just attacking left and right and it was like WHOOSH and POW and then the next thing he knows...
He's sitting on Dave's bed with his hand carefully being taken a look at. And it's not like he doesn't feel the survivor's guilt creeping its way in, it's just, yeah- exactly that. His outlets for expressing that are still pretty underdeveloped. He's the type of guy who'll spend hours at a tree in the Quad to carve the names of his friends into it with a half broken wrist instead of talking it out. He's also the type of guy to probably wind up crying on Dave's shoulder about missing ramen because a robot decided to give him a giant middle finger, when he's really thinking about how much he misses his mom.
But at the opposite end of that, he wound up coming to Dave instead of being alone. It was such a long day as it was, and as it really came to a close, he thought of how much he just wanted to see him. Ridiculously skin tight green yoga pants or not.
Which, giving it a second glance, yeah, it's kind of stupid.]
Oh. Yeah, these. Test of Initiation, I guess. It was this weird remix of Peter Pan meets the Metaverse or something. [A brief pause, as he wonders whether or not it's worth it to question the fact that in some way he thought of this getup as a form of rebelliousness. But instead of that, he'll examine Dave for anything out of the ordinary. No scratches, right?]
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[The flexibility there doesn't really feel quite right, sore and bruised as he was already. He might've put a little too much into that punch to begin with, and although some rest is probably all he needs, he wishes he were the type of person who could, with a straight face, say he got the injury doing something way less fucking stupid. Oh, you know, there were these Shadow-Grimm things just attacking left and right and it was like WHOOSH and POW and then the next thing he knows...
He's sitting on Dave's bed with his hand carefully being taken a look at. And it's not like he doesn't feel the survivor's guilt creeping its way in, it's just, yeah- exactly that. His outlets for expressing that are still pretty underdeveloped. He's the type of guy who'll spend hours at a tree in the Quad to carve the names of his friends into it with a half broken wrist instead of talking it out. He's also the type of guy to probably wind up crying on Dave's shoulder about missing ramen because a robot decided to give him a giant middle finger, when he's really thinking about how much he misses his mom.
But at the opposite end of that, he wound up coming to Dave instead of being alone. It was such a long day as it was, and as it really came to a close, he thought of how much he just wanted to see him. Ridiculously skin tight green yoga pants or not.
Which, giving it a second glance, yeah, it's kind of stupid.]
Oh. Yeah, these. Test of Initiation, I guess. It was this weird remix of Peter Pan meets the Metaverse or something. [A brief pause, as he wonders whether or not it's worth it to question the fact that in some way he thought of this getup as a form of rebelliousness. But instead of that, he'll examine Dave for anything out of the ordinary. No scratches, right?]
How'd... how'd yours go?