[ Jeep apparently doesn't think his joke was very funny, based on how much squawking and flapping ensues. Gojyo can't get up yet, can't hardly talk for all the blood dripping down the back of his throat, so he just closes his eyes and breathes shallow and slow, waiting for the bleeding to stop.
So Jeep doesn't like him either. Well, that's no surprise. It'd be amazing if he did, honestly.
...Fuck his face hurts, though. It's really hard to dwell on how much everyone hates him when his face hurts this bad. At least they'd driven most of the way back down the mountain before pulling off -- he can't be more than a few miles from Ayumu's temple. She'll have ice, and painkillers... she'll probably insist on snapping his nose back into place, he thinks, bringing his other hand up to prod hesitantly at the damage. That won't be fun. ]
Tell him I'm goin'. [ His voice is thick with blood; he swallows, and again, trying not to give in to the urge to cough and spit it out. ] Just need a minute to stop drippin'.
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So Jeep doesn't like him either. Well, that's no surprise. It'd be amazing if he did, honestly.
...Fuck his face hurts, though. It's really hard to dwell on how much everyone hates him when his face hurts this bad. At least they'd driven most of the way back down the mountain before pulling off -- he can't be more than a few miles from Ayumu's temple. She'll have ice, and painkillers... she'll probably insist on snapping his nose back into place, he thinks, bringing his other hand up to prod hesitantly at the damage. That won't be fun. ]
Tell him I'm goin'. [ His voice is thick with blood; he swallows, and again, trying not to give in to the urge to cough and spit it out. ] Just need a minute to stop drippin'.