[Ain isn't far, Wolfwood knows that much. He'd be happy to drag him around to heal Flamebringer's wounds if he really wanted, though he imagines he would decline if given the option. Something about his pride, and how ashamed he probably already feels...it would just be rubbing salt into wounds that are already festering.
He lifts his head, watching as Flamebringer makes his way over. He's expecting him to just sit down at his side, so it prompts him to swap his cig to his other hand so he doesn't singe his clothes with it...
Only for Flamebringer to surprise him, dropping his head onto his shoulder.]
Mm. Tell anybody 'bout what?
[He saysm his voice low and soft as he lets his head lean back against the Sarkaz's, just slightly.]
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He lifts his head, watching as Flamebringer makes his way over. He's expecting him to just sit down at his side, so it prompts him to swap his cig to his other hand so he doesn't singe his clothes with it...
Only for Flamebringer to surprise him, dropping his head onto his shoulder.]
Mm. Tell anybody 'bout what?
[He saysm his voice low and soft as he lets his head lean back against the Sarkaz's, just slightly.]