[ he smooths out the last piece of tape on the bottom of the patch with a firm, heavy wipe of his thumb, making sure it stays put to catch all the... effluvia, and gives it an assessing look. a bunch of other people could do it better — neater, cleaner, whatever — but david's satisfied it'll do the job he wants it to. it just needs to hold until evan either heals up or gets sucked to his next trial. or dies, if he's really unlucky. ]
I'll be fine. [ he wipes off his hands on his jeans, clearly not thinking much of it. ] Not like I'm gonna be able to heal up much next trial anyway.
[ only 2 dead hards per trial now, what's the point of no mither anymore except to make him suffer. ]
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I'll be fine. [ he wipes off his hands on his jeans, clearly not thinking much of it. ] Not like I'm gonna be able to heal up much next trial anyway.
[ only 2 dead hards per trial now, what's the point of no mither anymore except to make him suffer. ]