[ "i am sitting," tony mumbles into the glass once seated, eyeing the other items on the table. they're taking care of the cuts first. okay. washing up was on the list of priorities after drinking water, anyway.
he presents the left arm first, his right hand occupied with the glass, from which he takes measured gulps. in his periphery below, with his left side closest to the table, he sees lucanis's hands unwrapping the bandages; glimpses an impression of red blood on olive skin, of darker slashes in a semi-circle. a subtle shift in his face and posture, tony tenses. he grips the vial tighter.
eyes trained on the vials on the table, he hums, ] Mmhm, [ and tips the glass back to fill his mouth with water, which he swishes slowly between his cheeks, alternatively puffing them out. ]
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he presents the left arm first, his right hand occupied with the glass, from which he takes measured gulps. in his periphery below, with his left side closest to the table, he sees lucanis's hands unwrapping the bandages; glimpses an impression of red blood on olive skin, of darker slashes in a semi-circle. a subtle shift in his face and posture, tony tenses. he grips the vial tighter.
eyes trained on the vials on the table, he hums, ] Mmhm, [ and tips the glass back to fill his mouth with water, which he swishes slowly between his cheeks, alternatively puffing them out. ]