((From here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/757073.html?thread=62479185#t62479185).))
There wasn't much farther for him to go, but Claude couldn't get back to Celes and Anise soon enough. He could only hope they hadn't gotten tired of waiting on him. After his encounter with Sync, his nerves were frazzled, and he had to privately admit that he wasn't sure he was in any state of mind to make the trek up to the morgue by himself.
Just as he was about to turn the corner, however, Claude stopped dead in his tracks and quickly checked himself over. His shoes and white pants were speckled with blood. But the most obvious bits of evidence were the crimson stains on his sword. Claude glanced around, hesitating. He couldn't just walk around carrying this, could he?
It didn't take him long to hastily rip off the bottom part of his long shirt and use the fabric to wipe most of the blood off. As he did so, he couldn't help but cringe. Not that he was squeamish or anything, but it was hard to have to look at remnants of what he'd just done. When he realized he'd gotten some of the blood on his hands, all he could do was wipe them on the front of his chest. Hopefully the dark fabric would make it less noticeable.
When he'd managed to make himself feel a little better about his appearance, Claude took off running once more.
((To here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/753420.html?thread=62102540#t62102540).))
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There wasn't much farther for him to go, but Claude couldn't get back to Celes and Anise soon enough. He could only hope they hadn't gotten tired of waiting on him. After his encounter with Sync, his nerves were frazzled, and he had to privately admit that he wasn't sure he was in any state of mind to make the trek up to the morgue by himself.
Just as he was about to turn the corner, however, Claude stopped dead in his tracks and quickly checked himself over. His shoes and white pants were speckled with blood. But the most obvious bits of evidence were the crimson stains on his sword. Claude glanced around, hesitating. He couldn't just walk around carrying this, could he?
It didn't take him long to hastily rip off the bottom part of his long shirt and use the fabric to wipe most of the blood off. As he did so, he couldn't help but cringe. Not that he was squeamish or anything, but it was hard to have to look at remnants of what he'd just done. When he realized he'd gotten some of the blood on his hands, all he could do was wipe them on the front of his chest. Hopefully the dark fabric would make it less noticeable.
When he'd managed to make himself feel a little better about his appearance, Claude took off running once more.
((To here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/753420.html?thread=62102540#t62102540).))