Scar shrugs, the movement pulling a sharp inhale when it jars the broken arm. “Fast enough. Once my Abyssal energy regenerates I’ll be fine.” He grins slyly up at Brighella. “Never been used up by just one person before.” The view of the shredded shirt clinging to the other man’s skin with sweat is very welcome. “You’re so pretty, Brigi. Glow so pretty…”
no subject