Healing Head - Traverse Town [COMPLETE]
Bakura hated the scent of burnt flesh. Though it smelled only faintly, it was still detectable and therefore the source of much annoyance. With the adrenaline draining out of his system he was just beginning to feel his wounds in earnest but he had to admit he'd been a little sloppy. Again. He was making a lot of enemies very quickly, as always. He grinned slightly, fingers pressed to his side as he walked, keeping the wound from leaking into the snow. Some things never changed.
Just like the first time he'd been injured, he retreated to the underground waterway. It was closer than his place of residence and, frankly, he liked the thought of cleaning up there if nothing else. Despite the battle of utter pointlessness, or perhaps because of it, he was in in a much better mood than he had been earlier that evening. Once he got rid of that damn scent, he might just be in the mood for a drink.
He knocked a little snow off his boots and managed to walk a whole two feet before skidding on a small patch of ice. The only thing that saved him from landing very painfully on his ass was the reflex that had developed after a good number of years as a thief.
He settled himself next to the frigid pool of water and striped out of his cloak and shirt to begin cleaning out his wounds, Sparky's bandages close at hand.
Just like the first time he'd been injured, he retreated to the underground waterway. It was closer than his place of residence and, frankly, he liked the thought of cleaning up there if nothing else. Despite the battle of utter pointlessness, or perhaps because of it, he was in in a much better mood than he had been earlier that evening. Once he got rid of that damn scent, he might just be in the mood for a drink.
He knocked a little snow off his boots and managed to walk a whole two feet before skidding on a small patch of ice. The only thing that saved him from landing very painfully on his ass was the reflex that had developed after a good number of years as a thief.
He settled himself next to the frigid pool of water and striped out of his cloak and shirt to begin cleaning out his wounds, Sparky's bandages close at hand.