[IC] - Las Plagas

[americasempire]

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[spurslikestars]

*Texas didn't try to struggle, but being picked up made his body react naturally. He didn't like being picked up; He was completely unused to it. He moaned when New York's movements pulled or pushed on his injuries, and he tried to control his body's instinct to shy away from the pain. He tried to stay still, though some muscles and limbs twitched from the effort.*

Michael...?

*Of course, Texas had a fair idea of what New York had in mind. he knew his lover.*

[americasempire]

[New York didn't really care how Texas felt right now, so he paid no mind to the moaning or the twitching, effortlessly carrying Texas down the hallway and to a room.]

[The one he quickly chose wasn't necessarily much; there were a few pieces of old-looking furniture, no beds, though. Obviously not a bedroom, but New York wasn't really picky right now. He hadn't even bothered locking the door after he walked in, dropping Texas to the floor.]

[spurslikestars]

*His unceremonious dumping was almost as surprising as being picked up in the first place. Texas cried out when he first hit the floor, but bite it back into a grunt and another groan. He carefully rolled onto his back, to not put so much pressure on his ribs.*

*By the time he was done moving, laying on his back on the floor, Texas breathing was heavy and jilted and his entire body was shaking. There were already small blood spatters on the floor from his wounds.*

[americasempire]

[New York looked down at his lover with a sick, yet...oddly loving smile. Like he had painted a picture he was really proud of. He moved his bladed arm to Texas' face, and pushed some hair away with the tip. Then he moved that tip down the side of his face.]

Oh, Hank, you are lovely~