͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏ㅤ͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏ ͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏ㅤ͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏۫ ׅ 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐋 𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐑:

"I got this" he whispered, whether it's for himself or for the other to catch his frustration in silence as well. @HeianMushi

Ia menggumam pelan, kuasanya yang mulai gemetar pun meraih kain steril yang ditawarkan, perlahan melepas bungkus yang membalut. Tangannya yang kepalang licin juga lengket itu berkali buatnya mendengus.

grabbing a small spoon, "My deepest gratitude, Renoir, Sir" he delivered it profoundly as he began to scoop a spoon and nom it. "And.. when exactly will you have a day off? Do you even got any?" @PenyulutBara

spreading it around the area he touched earlier. That should be looking good now, just a feeling. His face lit up with excitement when he saw the cake he requested was there, beautifully served. "Look at you! How pretty" he flattered the cake, taking a seat and

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a relieved groan left him as he brought himself to stand up as well, giving tiny stretches left and right, "Let's go out sometime, you look awful" he returned the gaze, scrunching his nose just because. @PenyulutBara

only soon realizing and yelping, "Holy━━" He would apologize, but, somehow was sure that his little grin would have explained it all. 𝘚𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺. "I want something sweet. Don't give me options, I'll eat whatever that is you serve"

subtle enough to be considered another joke he randomly threw out of his mouth. His face brightened as he heard Renoir had finished treating his wound. The tip of his finger reached his temple, impulsively touching the surface Renoir just covered with an ointment,

"..I got nothing to lose anyway. Don't worry" he landed a gentle slap upon Renoir's chest with the back of his hand, flashing him a tiny smile. @PenyulutBara

felt surprisingly relieving for a moment, "Did my best, sometimes things got twisted real easily.." he fixed his posture on his seat, figuring Renoir was about to finish any minute,

"No, no, it ain't infected.. i'm fine" both arms were lifted quickly, however way it's translated, he would just avoid getting himself dragged into another healing session kind of thing. He kept his head pretty steady as Renoir covered the wound with an ointment,

sonia vatomsky, from a poem titled "spring flowers," featured in salt is for curing, publ. in 2015.

無制限のパワー

"No fun. I like 'em beg and suffer." @aruchenaru

"That's not exactly what I do. Maybe, when bills got tight, but, for now.. no." He eyed the man from the head to toe once, observing in a rather quick glance. "Also, you seem kinda passionate about it" Dominic brought his face closer to him, letting out a light chuckle,

"Why you ask? Does it look bad? It doesn't hurt that much anymore, it will heal eventually" he kept his gaze at Renoir, following his movements, silently asking for a reassurance. The following warning made him slightly purse his lips again, "Okay, not a habit.." @PenyulutBara

He asked, a sly attempt to negotiate though it's been stated clear enough. "Not yet" he lied. It certainly had been a week or more, couldn't recall exactly how long ago, but, enough to give him some time to be able to move around again.

the more of numb feeling you'd experience, "...you just gotta choose wisely. Just, saying." He added, later smiling upon the suggestion, "I should. I will fix it, someday." "Is it that bad?" He questioned, referring to the wound. @arzchaic

"You shouldn't help people you barely know, recklessly." A tiny lift on his head, only to take a peep at the wound━━━ what a mess, disgustingly nice. "Like," he rested his head back, grimacing in pain before realizing the more it ached,

.. Would you leave the café to get me?" He teased, annoyingly throwing a light chuckle. @PenyulutBara