hellshaped: (creeps outside your window)
mr. boy if you're nasty ([personal profile] hellshaped) wrote in [community profile] epidemiology 2016-01-11 05:54 am (UTC)

i can't even remember what we were fighting about

[Hellboy's wounds -- those he suffered in the jail, during the escape, and while crashing through multiple levels of a barn -- are starting to heal up. He can still feel the broken bones in his chest, but he feels less like the walking dead at this point. He's about to get up, shifting his no longer aching limbs to pull himself out of this awkward heap next to the hole in the floor, but then he sees the flowers.

Then Lancer is holding one out to him.

This is a little awkward.

After pausing for an even more awkward few seconds, Hellboy takes the lily, studies it for a moment, then just stuffs it in his pocket as he rises to his feet.]


These leeches must have been something else. [Hellboy 101: Casual Deflection.

Without another comment, Hellboy lowers his center of gravity and clack clack clacks to the barn door, gently maneuvering around some sheep. That is a story for another time.]

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