09-08-2018, 08:00 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 45%; text-align: justify; font-size: 12pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: times new roman;"]♡ —Upon hearing the sudden cough coming from Sephiroth, Stockholm would blink and he would turn to the older male, his orange-eyes quickly running over the large male's entire body. He had gotten burnt from the fire- because he had stopped to save him. It was his fault that the lion was hurt. A rather determined look would grow in Stockholm's eyes as he approached Sephiroth, focusing on his burn wounds. He ran over to the large male's side and he would drop the witch hazel before he began to chew up the marigold into a poultice.
Stockholm would then hesitate and he would attempt to make eye contact with the other male, pointing to the marigold poultice then to his injuries. "Can I?"
Stockholm would then hesitate and he would attempt to make eye contact with the other male, pointing to the marigold poultice then to his injuries. "Can I?"