Bandages [Closed/Active]

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Characters: Tamahome, Michael
Content: Tamahome wanders back looking a bit like something the cat vampire dragged in.
Setting: Carpenter's household
Time: early morning, after his run-in with Nakago
Warnings: um, shirtless Tamahome?

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[knightcarpenter]

Michael tended to be alert at sounds in the house -- one never knew when something nasty would have followed him home. He awoke at the sound of someone coming into the house. Beside him, his wife stirred, and he whispered to her, "I'll see what it is. If it's trouble, get the children out of here."

He took his robe, and crept downstairs, and into the kitchen. He sighed with relief, when he saw it was only his student. "Tamahome?"

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The teen started guiltily. "Yes?" he replied quietly, turning to face Michael and keeping his injured arms in the shadows. "Is something wrong?" His eyes were bright despite the dark smudge of dirt on his cheekbone below them.

[knightcarpenter]

"I just wanted to make sure it was-" Michael paused, noticing that Tamahome looked a little beaten up. "Are you all right?"

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Cheeks pinking with guilt (the boy being crap at hiding anything), Tamahome nodded. "I'm fine."

He was more-or-less, he reasoned. The cut on his arm wasn't anything serious and while he'd lost one of his silver blades, he was willing to bet he'd be able to get it replaced easily enough in this town.