『 rose c(o)lored lenses 』- injury

[alexander]

[div style="width: 45%; margin: auto; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify"]Alexander huffs at Chat's response, burgundy eyes lifting from Jikai to give the boy an amused look. "You're eighteen? You look like you're twelve." They shoot back, standing up from their crouch, casually stretching their arms. They glance around Adrien's house, seemingly unimpressed by what they say. They thought furries were a little more colorful with their decorations, or maybe that was just their tastes peaking through.

When Jikai speaks, they look back down at him, snickering. "You thought better of me? You should have expected this." They roll their eyes, choosing to ignore the witch's next sentence. They really didn't need to know he was furry all the way, and poisoning his own blood was just ridiculous. They turn back to Adrien, looking over the work he had done for Jikai's wounds. The kid wasn't a doctor, and Alex didn't want to see their current source of entertainment die off to early. Alex had to be the one to punch Jikai's lights out, not a damn house. They shake their head, stepping away from the pair, hands on their hips. "I'm not waiting until tomorrow to see if your amateur patchwork held up. Witch looks like he's gonna lose that leg. We're gonna get one of the doctors and take him to the emergency room." Their voice turns from the lighthearted teasing from moments before to something more stern, eyes turning from the window to look back at Chat.

"I'm going to go get Pip or something. Try not to jump his dying bones."

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