[76 grunted, because- well, Reaper wasn't wrong. The asshole could always find something to complain about with little to no effort just for the hell of it, and he doubted that had ever changed even now.
Still, he was keeping as still as he could. 76 even had a hand rested on top of his head, just to help remember he needed to keep arms up and out of the way. Claws still idly fussing over his facial hair, picking out bits of dried blood and smoothing it down. Probably needed to trim the damn thing again soon. Only reason he had in the first place was because it was getting caught in his mask and that was irritating—
There was a bit of a hiss as hands moved over a place at his ribs, probably telling there was still bruising there. An ugly sort of yellow and purple on skin hidden under the blackened skin where corruption decorated along ribs on both sides. 76 had not been resting properly for them to heal, as if at every turn there was something preventing it.
His head tilted just enough he could look back at Reaper from the corner of an eye.]
That damned cornfield is the nicest thing my head has to offer.
[A warning? Perhaps, if only because he knew exactly what Reaper was offering.]
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Date: 2021-12-02 12:09 am (UTC)From:Still, he was keeping as still as he could. 76 even had a hand rested on top of his head, just to help remember he needed to keep arms up and out of the way. Claws still idly fussing over his facial hair, picking out bits of dried blood and smoothing it down. Probably needed to trim the damn thing again soon. Only reason he had in the first place was because it was getting caught in his mask and that was irritating—
There was a bit of a hiss as hands moved over a place at his ribs, probably telling there was still bruising there. An ugly sort of yellow and purple on skin hidden under the blackened skin where corruption decorated along ribs on both sides. 76 had not been resting properly for them to heal, as if at every turn there was something preventing it.
His head tilted just enough he could look back at Reaper from the corner of an eye.]
That damned cornfield is the nicest thing my head has to offer.
[A warning? Perhaps, if only because he knew exactly what Reaper was offering.]