#{ Mika please. Koui is finally able to travel with you and the first thing you do is get injured. }

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♡ || Damn, he should have paid attention, dammit all hell. He had always know his father to be reckless, especially when it came down to fighting. Uranian blue irises travel the expanse of his body, searching for some type of indicator of injury. And that’s when he finally saw it, the very same crimson color his hands were always stained in. He never worried about himself, not once, even after all of these years. It was only a matter of time until the wound healed, but he knew how Mikaela was, he’d rather suffer than give in to basic vampiric needs. “Hey, you need to look out for yourself, stop charging into battle so recklessly!” Especially since he’d finally gotten his wish of traveling alongside his father.

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( ouch… damnit, i overdid it….. ) His beloved father would be hunched slightly over, gripping his arm to put pressure on his wound. Crimson slowly crept around his hand, hinting at the gash beneath his certainly dirtied glove. Perhaps he had been reckless again, the one thing he’s often known for. ( it shouldn’t take too long to heal, but… ugh, i don’t want to drink blood if i don’t have to.. ) Regeneration wasn’t something he had come to take advantage of, but to sustain it…no, giving into the very vilest of his existence didn’t seem worth it. “…Shake it off, Mikaela, you’ll be fine,” comes a mutter under his breath.