( this place was something else. everything registered as too real, from the cold air vicious against exposed back to the stench of medicine bitter in the air and the powerpoint presentation given to him before he woke up here was so far at the back of his mind it may not even be there at all.
he's never really been admitted to any hospital before so as far as first impressions go, it is a horrible one. the mechanical ambient sound of machines, the glaring lights and the whiteness of the walls all remind him of that place and his nerves fray at the edge of anxiety that had the Dog sneering at the back of his mind.
people deal with stress differently; with fear and bad circumstance and maybe the panicked motions of the one he bumps into serves as counterweight to his own and he manages to catch a flailing arm before it connects and opens his mouth to snap something out when -
- when rin's forehead is deftly colliding with his nose and though heine takes a step back his grip on the arm holds fast and pinching. his other hand comes up to his nose, where pain blossoms copper hot and he's wiping at blood. his regeneration is nearly instantaneous, with the rise of greywhite smoke coiling from the flesh of his nose, mending whatever small damage this idiot's forehead had caused.
his glare is hotheavy. ) The hell is your problem?
( words fall in a snarl. he won't be getting a one-up on him again, should he try it. )
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he's never really been admitted to any hospital before so as far as first impressions go, it is a horrible one. the mechanical ambient sound of machines, the glaring lights and the whiteness of the walls all remind him of that place and his nerves fray at the edge of anxiety that had the Dog sneering at the back of his mind.
people deal with stress differently; with fear and bad circumstance and maybe the panicked motions of the one he bumps into serves as counterweight to his own and he manages to catch a flailing arm before it connects and opens his mouth to snap something out when -
- when rin's forehead is deftly colliding with his nose and though heine takes a step back his grip on the arm holds fast and pinching. his other hand comes up to his nose, where pain blossoms copper hot and he's wiping at blood. his regeneration is nearly instantaneous, with the rise of greywhite smoke coiling from the flesh of his nose, mending whatever small damage this idiot's forehead had caused.
his glare is hotheavy. ) The hell is your problem?
( words fall in a snarl. he won't be getting a one-up on him again, should he try it. )