#don't fret though gambler

[gemkun]

@tavustlik said : i don't want to flood your inbox, so pick one or mix multiple idc: gutter. the trail of blood ends and you find the sender broken on the ground. plaster. it's not pretty but it'll do; you wince as the sender patches your wounds. waiting. you duck into the bus stop to escape the rain, intruding on the sender. listen. the sender disobeys and you swat their curious hand away. crossfire. you realize the sender asking you to put out a hit is your next target. ↬ ⭒˚｡🖁‧₊˚ 〖 down these mean streets . . . 〗

      ⸻       vanished   was   his   anticipation   ,   when   he   hurried   to   seek   shelter   ,   away   and   out   of   the   downpour   that   showered   relentlessly.   though   the   hammer   of   droplets   is   a   concern   washed   away   when   a   deafening   thud   strikes   ,   causing   two   collapsed   figures   to   tumble   onto   the   pavement   —   extracting   a   hiss   from   the   fallen   practitioner.   fortunately   ,   the   spot   he   lands   upon   is   absent   of   puddles   that   litter   the   streets.

  though   ,   that   does   not   undo   the   fact   he   is   already   wet   from   his   prior   episode   of   weather   exposure.

  faintly   ,   the   pitter   —   patter   draws   him   back   to   the   land   of   the   living   ,   and   his   eyes   crescent   until   the   full   moon   waxes   towards   his   run   —   in.   ah.   ❝   you   ?   ❞   strain   echoes   ,   summoned   from   his   chest   that   rises   and   falls.   in   a   tempo   faster   than   his   usual   rate.   ❝   why   are   you   here   ?   ❞

  speculation   stirs   before   he   can   help   it   ,   pondering   what   ifs   and   hypotheticals   ,   before   he   moves   onto   verifying   potentials   —   whether   or   not   they   uphold   any   semblance   of   truth.   all   in   the   span   of   a   few   seconds   whilst   he   moves   to   upright   himself.

  but   he   cannot   hide   the   struggle   as   his   legs   straighten   ,   and   a   grimace   works   its   way   across   an   afflicted   countenance.

  and   it   seems   his   company   catches   on   quick   ,   with   how   his   eyes   search   his   personage.   his   exploit   to   conceal   is   a   fruitless   one   —   when   there   is   a   dark   patch   that   stains   his   cloth.   even   if   it   borders   on   being   faint   as   opposed   to   noticeable.   so   too   ,   does   the   doctor   follow   the   trail   of   his   gaze   ,   identifying   how   it   slips   to   the   clash   against   his   otherwise   pristine   garb.

  knuckles   bruised   ,   he   plants   a   hand   to   obscure   the   splatter   on   his   attire   ,   veiling   it   from   prying   ,   avgin   eyes.   ❝   it’s   just   a   scratch.   pay   no   mind   to   it.   ❞   yet   ,   it   is   never   enough   for   the   stoneheart   ,   and   dissatisfaction   announces   itself   as   a   hand   strides   to   its   mark   —   snatching   the   wrist   belonging   to   the   barricade   over   his   wound.

  before   he   pries   it   off   ,   and   a   layer   of   crimson   greets   him.

  immediately   ,   his   scorn   follows   in   the   swatting   of   his   intrusive   grasp   ,   and   the   academic   narrows   eyes   at   the   director.   it   was   to   be   expected   ,   since   he   never   did   adhere   to   prescribed   directions   ,   but   veritas   still   mirrors   his   annoyance   in   his   scowl.   ❝   did   you   not   hear   me   ?   i   said   leave   it.   ❞   he   did   have   every   capability   of   dealing   with   it   ,   as   a   doctor   and   all.

  to   his   dismay   ,   the   act   of   swiping   a   curious   hand   brings   him   to   stumble.   and   on   his   last   legs   ,   he   collapses   once   more   ,   against   the   male   that   occupies   this   bus   stop.   fingers   climb   ,   before   he   grips   the   material   that   adorns   the   sigonian   ,   if   only   to   steady   himself   from   tripping   completely.   there   ,   a   sudden   breath   curls   ,   exhaled   upon   the   torso   pressed   forth   ,   instantaneous   once   he   detects   the   hand   that   flaps   his   garment   aside.   where   gleaming   dual   —   toned   irises   can   survey   the   laceration.

  he   dismisses   the   chide   that   falls   from   the   one   expected   to   receive   it   instead   of   dishing   it   ,   until   agony   spears   from   the   nerves   that   fire   once   his   body   stations   into   the   vacant   seat   at   the   scheduled   pick   —   up   zone.   soon   enough   ,   he   recognises   there   is   no   room   for   protest   once   the   liquidation   specialist   makes   up   his   mind   ,   and   in   this   case   ,   it   refers   to   the   insistence   to   attending   his   injury.

  an   offering   he   would   have   declined   to   any   other   asker.

  ❝   stubborn   gambler   ,   try   not   to   do   a   sloppy   job.   it   would   be   counterproductive   if   your   application   requires   readjusting.   ❞   glancing   ,   he   observes   the   tools   of   his   sleight   ,   now   tasked   with   staunching   rivulets.

  but   as   he   does   so   ,   he   scopes   above   ,   eyeing   the   covering   that   shields   the   two.   and   it   stays   ,   tipped   skywards   ,   to   watch   until   the   clouds   roll   away   and   take   its   storm   with   it.

  perhaps   ,   it   is   a   good   thing   ,   that   the   other   is   distracted.   leaving   the   rain   to   be   nothing   more   than   a   distant   memory.