[ funny, Inumuta. Iori finishes coaxing the tape off, checking for signs of inflamation, but aside from irritation caused by the tape and the thin paper towel that had been packed in like the world's worst bandaid, Inumuta's looking fine.
Iori just has to frown at the stichwork. That shit so ain't straight. What the hell was he even...
He changes his angle, looking at the stitching again. Ah. Right there, in characters. Iorin Shiro.
He'd literally woven his own name into Inumuta's stitches. Wow. ]
... It's all shallow. Nothing looks infected.
[ good thing Inumuta's too blind to see his face right now 'cause he's sure trying not to fucking laugh as he scoots back off the bed to stand. he can still hear it in his voice, mostly because he knows him well. alas. ]
We should be able to take them out tonight or tomorrow. Want water for your headache?
[ he'll even be helpful. CLEARLY JUST AMUSED INU'S WORSE OFF THAN HE IS RIGHT ]
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[ funny, Inumuta. Iori finishes coaxing the tape off, checking for signs of inflamation, but aside from irritation caused by the tape and the thin paper towel that had been packed in like the world's worst bandaid, Inumuta's looking fine.
Iori just has to frown at the stichwork. That shit so ain't straight. What the hell was he even...
He changes his angle, looking at the stitching again. Ah. Right there, in characters. Iorin Shiro.
He'd literally woven his own name into Inumuta's stitches. Wow. ]
... It's all shallow. Nothing looks infected.
[ good thing Inumuta's too blind to see his face right now 'cause he's sure trying not to fucking laugh as he scoots back off the bed to stand. he can still hear it in his voice, mostly because he knows him well. alas. ]
We should be able to take them out tonight or tomorrow. Want water for your headache?
[ he'll even be helpful. CLEARLY JUST AMUSED INU'S WORSE OFF THAN HE IS RIGHT ]