Suskei Kurizu | OC | Bar
Suskei has never been one to pass up a moment of peace and solitude, no matter how hectic the day is. He's also never been one to let on how bad it's been either.
So currently, he's sitting on the floor in front of the fire, his two katanas placed carefully in front of him as he unravels blood-stained bandages from around his arm, the Bar helpfully providing him with more and some antiseptic spray. His swords have obviously been cleaned before he has. His black shirt is tattered on one arm by what looks like heated plasma blasts.
Still, he sits calmly, barely wincing as he dresses his own wounds. He has a warm bottle of sake and a spare cup, is anyone would like to distract him from the rather large and painful-looking slice in his arm...
So currently, he's sitting on the floor in front of the fire, his two katanas placed carefully in front of him as he unravels blood-stained bandages from around his arm, the Bar helpfully providing him with more and some antiseptic spray. His swords have obviously been cleaned before he has. His black shirt is tattered on one arm by what looks like heated plasma blasts.
Still, he sits calmly, barely wincing as he dresses his own wounds. He has a warm bottle of sake and a spare cup, is anyone would like to distract him from the rather large and painful-looking slice in his arm...