( he squints an eye open βΒ pierce is the exact perfect size to block out the sun. but! duty calls.
hopping up, he snags his shirt from the collar, lifting it. it sticks wetly to his back, but he pulls it off without any complaint or even surprise, holding the gold-bloodied shirt out to him with one hand.
with his other, he makes a grabby motion for the coffee. )
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hopping up, he snags his shirt from the collar, lifting it. it sticks wetly to his back, but he pulls it off without any complaint or even surprise, holding the gold-bloodied shirt out to him with one hand.
with his other, he makes a grabby motion for the coffee. )
Coffee coffee coffee.