[ Ephemera comes back covered in oil and bite marks, and blood streaked all the way down his throat. Later, he'll feel the bruises settle in. No broken bones, a few bruised ribs. One of the milder beatings he's taken over the years, aside from a possible concussion. He'll deal with it later.
He shuts the door without a word and just heads for the shower. He hates how the oil feels. How it's soaked into his hair, gotten behind his prosthetic. The smell of it.
Which is, of course, when he rounds the corner and nearly runs smack into Drake. Shit.
Ephemera stares at him for a good three seconds. ]
action
He shuts the door without a word and just heads for the shower. He hates how the oil feels. How it's soaked into his hair, gotten behind his prosthetic. The smell of it.
Which is, of course, when he rounds the corner and nearly runs smack into Drake. Shit.
Ephemera stares at him for a good three seconds. ]
I need to shower.