[ He lets out a huff and then groans; moving his shoulder like that wasn't smart. He can tell he's still bleeding, the blood now dripping out of his sleeve. It's only a few droplets, but he needs to patch it up sooner than later.
He presses his hand to his neck, feeling the carcere underneath the collar. Some of the blood stains the white fabric. ]
... I can take us somewhere. [ The only place he could think of is his own home. The MAC would be ideal if there weren't too many imPorts around.
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He presses his hand to his neck, feeling the carcere underneath the collar. Some of the blood stains the white fabric. ]
... I can take us somewhere. [ The only place he could think of is his own home. The MAC would be ideal if there weren't too many imPorts around.
But the penthouse...
He hopes Sue would forgive him for this. ]