[ there's a fist in his personal space, knuckles meeting the flesh of his cheek and despite the fresh flare of pain and the snap of his head jerking to the side, sakamoto can only be thankful that it isn't his nose again.
he stumbles back a shaky step, kept up only by the hand still braced against the car door.
his glasses hit the pavement with a saddening littke crack.
his nose is still choosing to bleed, for all that. ]
Hhffu-- Badou!
[ a statement, a plea, a warning, a shout through the fog. ]
Re: a call
he stumbles back a shaky step, kept up only by the hand still braced against the car door.
his glasses hit the pavement with a saddening littke crack.
his nose is still choosing to bleed, for all that. ]
Hhffu-- Badou!
[ a statement, a plea, a warning, a shout through the fog. ]