He had barely begun to feel a dizzy feeling overtaking him, making his eyes lose focus. He must have... did something earlier. Maybe. Albedo couldn't think for a moment, and went to put his hand to his head.
The scream was satisfying, a kind of peaceful end to a strange situation, but the hands on him were not. They grasped firmly and tightly, squeezing the skin across flesh, making the small bones of his wrist grate together annoyingly. Albedo's eyes narrowed, but that was all that was allowed, before the man screamed into his face. Had he gone mad? Albedo lunged his body forward, teeth opening in a snarl to clash shut on the thin skin of the man's face, but instead closed on air. He hadn't even seen the nurse arrive.
Anger sizzling under the surface, Albedo froze, not wanting to be sedated for the third time in less than twenty-four hours. The nurse wasn't his watchful dog, so perhaps a different path would work, and allow him some retribution as well. The remains of the pen was brushed inbetween the cushions while the nurse dealt with Klavier. With an effort, his eyes rounded, anger fading as it was replaced by a practiced fear. Instead of his wrists, Albedo grabbed the arm with the bandage on it cradling it to his chest. He let out a plaintive whimper, watching Klavier with wet eyes. It seemed obvious to a random passerbyer that the elder had been abusing and bullying the younger, and who would believe really that it had been the other way around? No hard evidence to prove the fact, a game lying unfinished between them, and should Klavier explain the situation? Unblemished skin would greet his claims.
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The scream was satisfying, a kind of peaceful end to a strange situation, but the hands on him were not. They grasped firmly and tightly, squeezing the skin across flesh, making the small bones of his wrist grate together annoyingly. Albedo's eyes narrowed, but that was all that was allowed, before the man screamed into his face. Had he gone mad? Albedo lunged his body forward, teeth opening in a snarl to clash shut on the thin skin of the man's face, but instead closed on air. He hadn't even seen the nurse arrive.
Anger sizzling under the surface, Albedo froze, not wanting to be sedated for the third time in less than twenty-four hours. The nurse wasn't his watchful dog, so perhaps a different path would work, and allow him some retribution as well. The remains of the pen was brushed inbetween the cushions while the nurse dealt with Klavier. With an effort, his eyes rounded, anger fading as it was replaced by a practiced fear. Instead of his wrists, Albedo grabbed the arm with the bandage on it cradling it to his chest. He let out a plaintive whimper, watching Klavier with wet eyes. It seemed obvious to a random passerbyer that the elder had been abusing and bullying the younger, and who would believe really that it had been the other way around? No hard evidence to prove the fact, a game lying unfinished between them, and should Klavier explain the situation? Unblemished skin would greet his claims.