And with that Kibitoshin's little emotional roller coaster flew upwards into an ecstatic spiral that didn't otherwise exist a few moments ago... The guy was like a rubber band, always snapping back into his optimistic state. Kibitoshin's returned enthusiasm both amused and surprised Sechs. The Replica didn't think his awkward attempts to cheer up the Kaioshin would work that well. He must be getting better at this sort of thing -- not that he was planning on making such an effort to help people from now on of course!
"There ya go!" Sechs chuckled as he gave Kibitoshin another gruff pat on the back. "Alright, let's see what this damn place did for my stab wound..."
Figuring that Kibitoshin would need a good look at the stab wound in his leg and feeling curious himself over how the injury looked, Sechs rose to his feet and unceremoniously shoved his grey pants down. Once he clumsily kicked the lower part of his uniform off his ankle, the Replica heavily dropped himself back onto the edge of his bed. Standing on his injured leg wasn't going to make it get better sooner and he was pretty anxious to see Kibitoshin's ki energy at work again.
Like his misadventures in the showers earlier that day, Sechs didn't appear bothered at all by the absence of clothes and was oblivious to whatever embarrassment he may be causing for others around him. This was like a trip to the cybertech -- erm, doctor, right? It wasn't that big of a deal to him. Plus the stupid grey uniforms were overrated anyways!
With the same (lack of) gentleness and care he gave to his arm brace, Sechs tore away at the gauze until it was messily unraveled from his thigh. When the lengthy white (and red) bits of the bandage fell away, the spot where the monster's piece of glass purged into his leg revealed itself as a fleshy line gunged up with blood and held firmly together by...
Metal staples?! Huh. He used to be made of metal, but now he was in a flesh body being held by metal staples. Wasn't that ironic? He couldn't help but give out a hollow "heh!" at the sight.
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"There ya go!" Sechs chuckled as he gave Kibitoshin another gruff pat on the back. "Alright, let's see what this damn place did for my stab wound..."
Figuring that Kibitoshin would need a good look at the stab wound in his leg and feeling curious himself over how the injury looked, Sechs rose to his feet and unceremoniously shoved his grey pants down. Once he clumsily kicked the lower part of his uniform off his ankle, the Replica heavily dropped himself back onto the edge of his bed. Standing on his injured leg wasn't going to make it get better sooner and he was pretty anxious to see Kibitoshin's ki energy at work again.
Like his misadventures in the showers earlier that day, Sechs didn't appear bothered at all by the absence of clothes and was oblivious to whatever embarrassment he may be causing for others around him. This was like a trip to the cybertech -- erm, doctor, right? It wasn't that big of a deal to him. Plus the stupid grey uniforms were overrated anyways!
With the same (lack of) gentleness and care he gave to his arm brace, Sechs tore away at the gauze until it was messily unraveled from his thigh. When the lengthy white (and red) bits of the bandage fell away, the spot where the monster's piece of glass purged into his leg revealed itself as a fleshy line gunged up with blood and held firmly together by...
Metal staples?! Huh. He used to be made of metal, but now he was in a flesh body being held by metal staples. Wasn't that ironic? He couldn't help but give out a hollow "heh!" at the sight.