[They're in pajamas, he notices. He's not. A shirt, tie, dress pants. Casual wear, at least. He feels his face for his mask or sunglasses, but of course they're not there.
While Toshiko examines his face, he has no choice but to stare forward at her, blinking slowly, jaw clenched.
But he manages to relax a little, when Angus sits beside him, ears down and demeanor submissive. Edward sighs, patting the dogs belly while he reaches into his pocket for a handkerchief. There was just a little bit of blood escaping the side of his mouth that he needed to wipe away.]
My speech wouldn't be coherent if it were anything deep. [There's enough blood that he does remove a glove and thumb his tongue, though. As discreetly as possible, looking down, since it was kind of rude and gross to have fingers in your mouth with people present.]
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While Toshiko examines his face, he has no choice but to stare forward at her, blinking slowly, jaw clenched.
But he manages to relax a little, when Angus sits beside him, ears down and demeanor submissive. Edward sighs, patting the dogs belly while he reaches into his pocket for a handkerchief. There was just a little bit of blood escaping the side of his mouth that he needed to wipe away.]
My speech wouldn't be coherent if it were anything deep. [There's enough blood that he does remove a glove and thumb his tongue, though. As discreetly as possible, looking down, since it was kind of rude and gross to have fingers in your mouth with people present.]