[ Sen is moving toward Darius even as he's being dismissed, more than a little huffy at the prospect of having to contend with the other man's lack of cooperation.
It's nothing new.
Neither are injuries. He should have gone into nursing.
It's when he's setting the dubious "supplies" down on the bed that he notices the jacket is patched wet and darker in places. Warily (god, oh god, not again), he lifts up a corner of the garment. ]
Darius, what- fucking CHRIST!
Rin! Rin! Don't move, you fucking minger - Rin! -
[ In his outrage, his somewhat carefully constructed "comprehensible" accent falls to pieces and he is, in a heavily leaning muddle of Yorkshire vowels, trying to explain to the absent Rin and the present Darius that the latter is a cunt and possibly dying, why didn't Darius use the front door like a normal person, and, of course: this asshole needs stitches AGAIN. ]
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It's nothing new.
Neither are injuries. He should have gone into nursing.
It's when he's setting the dubious "supplies" down on the bed that he notices the jacket is patched wet and darker in places. Warily (god, oh god, not again), he lifts up a corner of the garment. ]
Darius, what- fucking CHRIST!
Rin! Rin! Don't move, you fucking minger - Rin! -
[ In his outrage, his somewhat carefully constructed "comprehensible" accent falls to pieces and he is, in a heavily leaning muddle of Yorkshire vowels, trying to explain to the absent Rin and the present Darius that the latter is a cunt and possibly dying, why didn't Darius use the front door like a normal person, and, of course: this asshole needs stitches AGAIN. ]