[ he has no idea how he's going to explain this to silver, gold realizes with a pang of guilt, right as he's peeling back the bandage on the still-oozing tear ( bite? ) in his leg. with how little they've had to interact in the past day, it's been easy enough to hide, but he can barely even feel his leg now, so he figures the cat's gonna be outta the bag sooner than later.
the noises that announce silver's return nearly make him jump as he's rearranging the dressing the way his companion had originally applied it, his hands not as complying as he'd like them to be. gold nearly calls out a "welcome home!", but it's replaced with an "oomf!" as the mask greets him with a hit to the shoulder.
there's a delay before he turns around to frown at silver, trying to ignore the numbing sensation that's overriding any function in his leg, but trying harder to keep it out of silver's realization. ]
Jeez--! I never threw shit at you when I got back from gettin' stuff.
[ gold tosses the mask back in return, and hey let's try to obscure that bite from view because gold is pretty sure flesh and stuff isn't supposed to be black? shit. ]
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the noises that announce silver's return nearly make him jump as he's rearranging the dressing the way his companion had originally applied it, his hands not as complying as he'd like them to be. gold nearly calls out a "welcome home!", but it's replaced with an "oomf!" as the mask greets him with a hit to the shoulder.
there's a delay before he turns around to frown at silver, trying to ignore the numbing sensation that's overriding any function in his leg, but trying harder to keep it out of silver's realization. ]
Jeez--! I never threw shit at you when I got back from gettin' stuff.
[ gold tosses the mask back in return, and hey let's try to obscure that bite from view because gold is pretty sure flesh and stuff isn't supposed to be black? shit. ]
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