[ Scowling at the floor, he realizes that he is slightly concerned about his own eyes...
But elevating? Oh, he's trying; every time he tries to lift it, he seethes and lays it back down on the ice. ] Can't move it. [ There's an acidity to his tone. ] I fucking told you.
[ There's the sound of a shuffle as he finally manages to move closer to Izaya, holding the ice pack and wrist in his lap. With his less-hurting arm, he's reaching up, batting at those hands covering that face. ]
Lemme see- tch- move your hands, louse. [ Then he's staring into his own face, looking at the red watery, bloodshot eyes. ] Shit.
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But elevating? Oh, he's trying; every time he tries to lift it, he seethes and lays it back down on the ice. ] Can't move it. [ There's an acidity to his tone. ] I fucking told you.
[ There's the sound of a shuffle as he finally manages to move closer to Izaya, holding the ice pack and wrist in his lap. With his less-hurting arm, he's reaching up, batting at those hands covering that face. ]
Lemme see- tch- move your hands, louse. [ Then he's staring into his own face, looking at the red watery, bloodshot eyes. ] Shit.