06-08-2017, 11:41 PM
[justify]He bit his lip and tensed as the knife slid out of his hand, the pain starting to make him a bit dizzy. Well, dizzier then he already was. Soon enough it was bandaged, though the pain still stayed. He wasn't losing much blood anymore though, which was good.
He was slowly coming back to his senses, slowly; near-death experiences weren't something he ever thought he'd get used to, and apparently that was true. He'd have to tell Sel about the druggie; she would want to know if someone was looking for her stuff. Maybe she'd help him with his hand, though it was doubtful; she didn't really much care for his health, though perhaps if he convinced her that he'd become a burden until it was healed.
Mettaton stepped back, but John kept his eyes on the ground. He was processing the situation, quicker and quicker now that the danger had passed; he'd almost died, and Mettaton had saved him. Gods, this was wonderful; he'd let his enemy, his rival, see him at his weakest. Though Mettaton was maybe more human then some of the others; he hadn't confirmed it, but it was a possibility.
Still, now he owed two life debts. Fucking hell.
He hadn't even noticed Mettaton had pulled him into a tight hug until he realized he'd just, instinctively started hugging back. He wanted to pull away, but gods it'd been so long since he'd been touched in a manner that wasn't harmful or sexual.
He buried his head into Mettaton's shoulder and tried to choke down a sob. When had his life become this? A constant battle for survival, with no end in sight or friends to pull him up when he got knocked down.[/justify]
He was slowly coming back to his senses, slowly; near-death experiences weren't something he ever thought he'd get used to, and apparently that was true. He'd have to tell Sel about the druggie; she would want to know if someone was looking for her stuff. Maybe she'd help him with his hand, though it was doubtful; she didn't really much care for his health, though perhaps if he convinced her that he'd become a burden until it was healed.
Mettaton stepped back, but John kept his eyes on the ground. He was processing the situation, quicker and quicker now that the danger had passed; he'd almost died, and Mettaton had saved him. Gods, this was wonderful; he'd let his enemy, his rival, see him at his weakest. Though Mettaton was maybe more human then some of the others; he hadn't confirmed it, but it was a possibility.
Still, now he owed two life debts. Fucking hell.
He hadn't even noticed Mettaton had pulled him into a tight hug until he realized he'd just, instinctively started hugging back. He wanted to pull away, but gods it'd been so long since he'd been touched in a manner that wasn't harmful or sexual.
He buried his head into Mettaton's shoulder and tried to choke down a sob. When had his life become this? A constant battle for survival, with no end in sight or friends to pull him up when he got knocked down.[/justify]
we're swimming with the sharks until we drown
we sure are in for a show tonight
ref - experienced hunter - 5'11 - he/him
ref - experienced hunter - 5'11 - he/him
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