[Once he was up and going it was fine. Achy, but fine. He headed for the shower, discarding the ruined bloody clothes that were going to have to be thrown away after this.
A glance in the mirror showed further blood stains on his skin where Dirk couldn't exactly get to, and a myriad of fading bruises and still-pink wounds. The potion had taken care of everything that was life threatening, but the evidence of hid battle was likely to stay on his skin for a while.
He sighed, mumbling to himself about what an idiot he was for sticking around at all. He knew he couldn't take all of them on, yet when the swarm came he just... stayed and fought.
Just because people could resurrect here, for whatever reason that was possible, didn't mean Duo wanted to actually know what death felt like.
And for some reason he really, really did not want to put Dirk through that pain, either.
He forced his depressing thoughts to the back of his mind and headed in to the shower finally, letting the hot water soothe his pains and wash the blood still caked in his hair.
It took nearly a half an hour for him to even get out, and another fifteen to get his hair dried out to an acceptable dampness.
He finally emerged, one towel around his hair and the other around his waist, ducking in to the kitchen to see how things were coming along.]
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A glance in the mirror showed further blood stains on his skin where Dirk couldn't exactly get to, and a myriad of fading bruises and still-pink wounds. The potion had taken care of everything that was life threatening, but the evidence of hid battle was likely to stay on his skin for a while.
He sighed, mumbling to himself about what an idiot he was for sticking around at all. He knew he couldn't take all of them on, yet when the swarm came he just... stayed and fought.
Just because people could resurrect here, for whatever reason that was possible, didn't mean Duo wanted to actually know what death felt like.
And for some reason he really, really did not want to put Dirk through that pain, either.
He forced his depressing thoughts to the back of his mind and headed in to the shower finally, letting the hot water soothe his pains and wash the blood still caked in his hair.
It took nearly a half an hour for him to even get out, and another fifteen to get his hair dried out to an acceptable dampness.
He finally emerged, one towel around his hair and the other around his waist, ducking in to the kitchen to see how things were coming along.]
So what's for dinner?