( he snorts, indignant, and slants a withering glance in crais' direction. )
What kind of sloppy bitch do you take me for?
( there may not be an ortez around to patch up his injuries and chastise him throughout the entire process, but felix knows how to take care of himself, more or less. his remedy generally involves one generous swallow of whiskey, followed by a generous splash of that same whiskey on whatever bloodied body part needs the attention. he spent two hours last night wheezing over his bathroom sink, spitting blood onto shiny white porcelain and watching, glassy-eyed, as it swiveled down the drain.
he flexes one hand in front of him. a disjointed railway of dried blood speckles his skin from his knuckles to his fingertips, blotting out the sam in the samuel inked in faded black on his index finger.
softly, ) I took care of it.
( nothing broken, as far as he can tell. really nothing to do but wait for the bruises and scrapes to heal. )
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What kind of sloppy bitch do you take me for?
( there may not be an ortez around to patch up his injuries and chastise him throughout the entire process, but felix knows how to take care of himself, more or less. his remedy generally involves one generous swallow of whiskey, followed by a generous splash of that same whiskey on whatever bloodied body part needs the attention. he spent two hours last night wheezing over his bathroom sink, spitting blood onto shiny white porcelain and watching, glassy-eyed, as it swiveled down the drain.
he flexes one hand in front of him. a disjointed railway of dried blood speckles his skin from his knuckles to his fingertips, blotting out the sam in the samuel inked in faded black on his index finger.
softly, ) I took care of it.
( nothing broken, as far as he can tell. really nothing to do but wait for the bruises and scrapes to heal. )