#all while mfing bleeding lmaooo like kell pls just let him goooo

[agcntbubbles]

❛ you gonna be a good boy for me? ❜ — Kellam ( soulmate!au )

So maybe he wasn't as good at hiding the wound as he thought. It worked well enough when he was just moving through crowds, when he wasn't lingering around anyone. You put on a tough face and gritted through the pain, kept your head down, and walked. Easy.

The illusion of not bleeding through your shirt sort of dissipated once you were stood still around someone in decent lighting for more than a glance. One hand had gone to holding his side at that point-—a small blade, just a single shot landed but...stab wounds were stab wounds even if it could barely be considered anything other than a damn pocketknife that'd done it.

The other hand lifted and was held out like trying to dissuade a stalking animal.

❝ I would love to stay and chat and figure out why the hell you talk the way you do but...we'll have to reschedule. ❞ his gaze flickered for the exit behind the man. It was that or the window and he was NOT jumping through a goddamn window tonight. The circumstances weren't THAT dire.