she’s happy that he’s taken it like a champ, at least. he doesn’t seem too upset, she can tell he’s almost making a joke out of it, and she’s quick to put her own hands over her mouth and nose once it’s done. ❛ oh, my god! – oh my god, i’m so sorry, i thought you were – ❜ she thought he was someone else. she’s always been clumsy, she’ll chalk this up to one of those times. ignoring the comments about her height, she moves forward to put a hand on his bicep in a concerned gesture, ❛ do you need ice? we have ice– ❜
he really doesn’t think it’s that much of a big deal. he must look comical, standing there staring at her as if she’s insane. elwood merely pulls a tissue from his pocket, wiping at the blood until the METALLIC taste from his lips disappear, nose CLEAR. one brow raises as the other focuses on reattaching the tubes to his nose, hooking them around his ears, and she’s still babbling, so he takes to raising a hand - head shaking. ❛ … – – it’s really not that deep. i don’t need ice, thanks. ❜
send👊 to straight up punch my muse in the face ( accepting )
his head recoils back with a snap that has him gasping because what the fuck was that about? elwood’s hands shoot up to his nose, eyes widening on impulse as he takes note of the CRIMSON liquid seeping through his digits. his gaze turns towards the SOURCE of his injury, brows furrowing in confusion as he groans. he wishes he was embarrassed, is the thing, but he’s more impressed than anything. elwood rips out the tubes from his nose, letting the bloody PLASTIC hang around his neck. ❛ … how the fuck – you’re like .. a fuckin’ pocket rocket, or somethin’. ❜ he’s taking a not so subtle dig at her height, deliberately choosing to ignore the fact she’s not much smaller than he is. ❛ how’d ya’ even reach me? ❜
