[When Matoba wrenches his arm out, HiMERU hisses with the pain — it's certainly sore, and he's been trying to be careful with it, but the other man clearly has no interest in that.
It's been harder to regulate his body temperature this month even before the blood loss, so Matoba will find the skin under his fingers less warm than one would expect, given his layered cocoon of blankets. Even the sleeve of his jacket comes loose with Matoba's tug, exposing the pale skin of his inner arm... and a dark bruise at the pricking site. Removing the needle hadn't gone as smoothly as he might've liked.
Even in his weakened state, however, his glare is heavy and defiant. Fuck off, he wants to say. But his jaw clenches too tightly, the words too thick in his throat. After what feels like too long staring daggers into Matoba's one eye, he musters the strength to sharply tug his arm back into himself, cradling the wrist and turning his face away.]
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It's been harder to regulate his body temperature this month even before the blood loss, so Matoba will find the skin under his fingers less warm than one would expect, given his layered cocoon of blankets. Even the sleeve of his jacket comes loose with Matoba's tug, exposing the pale skin of his inner arm... and a dark bruise at the pricking site. Removing the needle hadn't gone as smoothly as he might've liked.
Even in his weakened state, however, his glare is heavy and defiant. Fuck off, he wants to say. But his jaw clenches too tightly, the words too thick in his throat. After what feels like too long staring daggers into Matoba's one eye, he musters the strength to sharply tug his arm back into himself, cradling the wrist and turning his face away.]
Were you hoping for the former?