[he doesn't want Hiruma to know anything; any sentence he starts tumbles into secrets and lies he's too fucked-out exhausted to keep track of anymore]
[in the end, he just takes and sends a mugshot; an unimpressed expression, but it's the splint across his nose and massed within bandages that's dominating the photo, the bruised-in cheekbone and jaw, the sunken purple-green eye, the stitches on his forehead just peeking out of orange hair, the down-turned mouth all busted apart at the corners, the heavy lump of bandages at the crux of shoulder and shoulder, a sling now wrapped around the cast]
no subject
[in the end, he just takes and sends a mugshot; an unimpressed expression, but it's the splint across his nose and massed within bandages that's dominating the photo, the bruised-in cheekbone and jaw, the sunken purple-green eye, the stitches on his forehead just peeking out of orange hair, the down-turned mouth all busted apart at the corners, the heavy lump of bandages at the crux of shoulder and shoulder, a sling now wrapped around the cast]
[sends, simply]
this i guess ?