⠀⠀𓂃there is too much blood around the nomu for it to be healthy. ⠀⠀𓂃yet he stood, steady and easy, wrapping capture weapon around every wound as if it were bandages. ⠀⠀𓂃at least he kept all his limbs this time.

⠀⠀𓂃perched. he's. . somewhere. wandered there on instinct. or muscle memory? the type he had no explanation for. just followed. it's late. it's quiet. watching over the city. ⠀⠀𓂃it felt like habit. . but he did not have those. a wonder. .

⠀⠀𓂃trying to scrub the blood out of the wraps across it's hands. his own .ᐣ or someone else's .ᐣ wouldn't matter, either way. ⠀⠀𓂃still a hassle. yet he sits, scrubs. scrubs more. no real change to it's expression.

ฅ(^._.^ )

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⠀⠀𓂃loud villains should find somewhere else to meander. * a n n o y i n g. *

૮꒰˶  - ˕ -꒱ა ฅ/ᐠ - ˕ -マ

ฅ/ᐠ - ˕ -マ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

⠀⠀𓂃squints lightly at the kid. they are interrupting his nap time.

૮₍ - .- ₎აฅ/ᐠ - ˕ -マ ⠀⠀𓂃pat pat pat. . .