Matthew // 014
Who: Matthew, Saya, proooobably healfag Naoya later
Where: Random apartment room
When: After this and this. idk go with it
Style: [as always--]
Status: Closed SOB. WE'LL STOP SPAMMING SOMEDAY.
[It was close, particularly with the bleeding as bad as it was; blood already coated the hand pressed to his side, and dripped, at times, to the rooftops.
And when he knows he can go no further, Matthew staggers into a random apartment, finding an unoccupied room and stumbling inside, locking the door and then simply sliding to the ground in a head, pressed still against the door.
He has options.
He can call Saya; Naoya.
They all have their own ghosts to face, however, and this...this is something he can deal with. With that in mind, he simply groans and presses his cloak against the wound (red on red...heh), at the very least staunching the bleeding in a pitiful way.
...Leila's ghost beside him is almost comforting, as it stands now...even if she bleeds as well.]
H-haha.
[A pained breath.]
We match, Leila.
Where: Random apartment room
When: After this and this. idk go with it
Style: [as always--]
Status: Closed SOB. WE'LL STOP SPAMMING SOMEDAY.
[It was close, particularly with the bleeding as bad as it was; blood already coated the hand pressed to his side, and dripped, at times, to the rooftops.
And when he knows he can go no further, Matthew staggers into a random apartment, finding an unoccupied room and stumbling inside, locking the door and then simply sliding to the ground in a head, pressed still against the door.
He has options.
He can call Saya; Naoya.
They all have their own ghosts to face, however, and this...this is something he can deal with. With that in mind, he simply groans and presses his cloak against the wound (red on red...heh), at the very least staunching the bleeding in a pitiful way.
...Leila's ghost beside him is almost comforting, as it stands now...even if she bleeds as well.]
H-haha.
[A pained breath.]
We match, Leila.