Zephyr poked at the edge of his bandages where it had left a rumple in his button-down. He didn't feel himself there at all, not underneath his clothes anyway. Just on top.
A blank handprint in his nerves covered the space between his shoulders and his chest. No pain, but the wires in that spot were just /off/ so far as he could reach into them. Oh, and his ink was wrecked and…
He shoved off from the closet and headed for the door.
His apartment turned him right the hell off at the moment- nobody there but him and nothing there but his stuff. All of this more than familiar to his touch. Or, what of it still worked.
The hall wound on quiet too though, at least for part of the usual distance.
That just all of a burst out into flowers and sunset around him.
Zephyr blinked long and hard at the sudden shift of light.
He glanced one way down the path. Then the other.
Ah, screw it. So what if someone saw him. Someone would be someone and judging from the last couple of times, someone probably just wanted to shoot the shit. He could go for that.
Zephyr stretched out beside a bank of jasmine. And he sighed.
Too bad he could only tuck one arm under his head.
(OOC- Zephyr has a wound from a knife v. his left collarbone. If you've not met him before, he's A) somewhat telepathic with people who touch him B) heavily tattooed.)
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A blank handprint in his nerves covered the space between his shoulders and his chest. No pain, but the wires in that spot were just /off/ so far as he could reach into them. Oh, and his ink was wrecked and…
He shoved off from the closet and headed for the door.
His apartment turned him right the hell off at the moment- nobody there but him and nothing there but his stuff. All of this more than familiar to his touch. Or, what of it still worked.
The hall wound on quiet too though, at least for part of the usual distance.
That just all of a burst out into flowers and sunset around him.
Zephyr blinked long and hard at the sudden shift of light.
He glanced one way down the path. Then the other.
Ah, screw it. So what if someone saw him. Someone would be someone and judging from the last couple of times, someone probably just wanted to shoot the shit. He could go for that.
Zephyr stretched out beside a bank of jasmine. And he sighed.
Too bad he could only tuck one arm under his head.
(OOC- Zephyr has a wound from a knife v. his left collarbone. If you've not met him before, he's A) somewhat telepathic with people who touch him B) heavily tattooed.)