[he grumbles without really vocalising any real resistance, taking some time to sort out coltish limbs and agitated aches and wounds alike]
[eventually he's sitting slumped up, and something's starkly missing from his face -- the two black bands that have been bisecting it, since eyepatch replaced initial bandages]
[however, as he leans forward, a chunk of orange hair instantly obscures whatever the fuck the eyepatch was hiding; the boy doesn't seem to notice he's been laid a bit bare, put in a bit of a precarious position, too mentally burnt out to keep every guard up]
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[eventually he's sitting slumped up, and something's starkly missing from his face -- the two black bands that have been bisecting it, since eyepatch replaced initial bandages]
[however, as he leans forward, a chunk of orange hair instantly obscures whatever the fuck the eyepatch was hiding; the boy doesn't seem to notice he's been laid a bit bare, put in a bit of a precarious position, too mentally burnt out to keep every guard up]