Aftermath [Traverse Town - Complete]
He had blood in his hair.
It had dried thankfully, started flaking off over the back of his jacket. He'd have to wash it when he took a shower.
He was in that decidedly odd state of mind just after a kill, when the pure rush of adrenaline had worn off but normalcy hadn't yet reasserted itself. The kind of state that had him wondering how much his coat would cost to get dry cleaned at a normal place instead of with the military. He had managed to get most of the blood off his gloves and coat in a convenient fountain on the world he'd been on but he knew he'd missed some.
He'd found a quiet spot in the First District. He could really do with a cigarette before heading back to Hollow Bastion. He patted down the pockets of the skintight leather pants that he was wearing.
No joy.
He must have dropped the matches somewhere. What a pain.
He sighed and slumped back against the wall for a moment before spotting a familiar looking blond being followed by a familiar, albeit scary, guy in a red coat.
Maybe he could try to grab a lift back instead of spending his hard earned munny.
He sauntered over to the woman and fell into step at her side, careful not to touch her. Never a good idea with people as highly trained as they both were.
"I don't suppose I could trouble you for a light?"
It had dried thankfully, started flaking off over the back of his jacket. He'd have to wash it when he took a shower.
He was in that decidedly odd state of mind just after a kill, when the pure rush of adrenaline had worn off but normalcy hadn't yet reasserted itself. The kind of state that had him wondering how much his coat would cost to get dry cleaned at a normal place instead of with the military. He had managed to get most of the blood off his gloves and coat in a convenient fountain on the world he'd been on but he knew he'd missed some.
He'd found a quiet spot in the First District. He could really do with a cigarette before heading back to Hollow Bastion. He patted down the pockets of the skintight leather pants that he was wearing.
No joy.
He must have dropped the matches somewhere. What a pain.
He sighed and slumped back against the wall for a moment before spotting a familiar looking blond being followed by a familiar, albeit scary, guy in a red coat.
Maybe he could try to grab a lift back instead of spending his hard earned munny.
He sauntered over to the woman and fell into step at her side, careful not to touch her. Never a good idea with people as highly trained as they both were.
"I don't suppose I could trouble you for a light?"