#[alastor bleeding out onto the floor: nah im good]

[statiicstag]

@tvvox – " hey,  look at me.   i don't care.   are you okay ? "

Backed into a relatively darker corner of the establishment Alastor feels somewhat safe from onlookers, though ironically it's the man who stands in front of him who has all but ensured that won't be lasting very long. Whether it be his spying drones or his very presence that commandeers all eyes on him, he's certain the minutes they have of privacy are numbered.

He's unsure if it's the risk of their proximity itself, the humiliation of being bested ( in front of a crowd, no less, ) the feeling of being coddled or the pain that sets off a flare of irritation within him, though at the time being he's not exactly going to search for the answer.

Hair and the very fur on his ears bristling he gives a curt nod, backing away as his eyes dart to their sides. ❝ Quite. ❞ he snips. ❝ The issue has been taken care of. ❞ The issue being no more than a puddle of a person by the time Alastor had found himself finished.

But he'd still managed a good hit, blood dribbling between his fingertips where he holds his side and dripping onto the floor below. ❝ Our carefully crafted reputation is what's at risk if you don't leave me at once. ❞