Cigarette 6 - Post Tournament // Are You Satisfied?
[Hatori's been looking over his wounds from the battle. Fighting wasn't something he was used to, nor was taking so much damage. For many it might not have been much, but he knew that one way or another he would transform into the seahorse. It was mortifying, but there wasn't much he could have done. His eye had healed for the most after the detentions, but it was still sore, especially after that last fight. He just ached.
His torso was covered in bruises and scratches, it was agony. But then again Hatori wasn't about to say anything, he hadn't during the fight and maybe that was what caused their downfall, but even so, no one need worry about the dragon.
He takes a seat on his bed, propped up, but it wasn't really helping much. He frowned and ran a hand through his hair. He just hoped that Black Jack didn't worry too much over him. Right now he'd kill for a cigarette, but his packet were on the other side of the room and that required effort he couldn't be bothered to muster.]
His torso was covered in bruises and scratches, it was agony. But then again Hatori wasn't about to say anything, he hadn't during the fight and maybe that was what caused their downfall, but even so, no one need worry about the dragon.
He takes a seat on his bed, propped up, but it wasn't really helping much. He frowned and ran a hand through his hair. He just hoped that Black Jack didn't worry too much over him. Right now he'd kill for a cigarette, but his packet were on the other side of the room and that required effort he couldn't be bothered to muster.]