[ that earns a slightly surprised blink, and kakyoin's fingers slip for a moment where he's been fidgeting with his buttons. ]
... that sounds like quite the versatile ability.
[ he does sound a little impressed, but that edge of caution hasn't faded; such a vague ability is a little hard to accept so quickly, and kakyoin gives a tense sigh as he finally finishes unbuttoning his jacket and shirt.
there's the axe wound, of course; though it's still seeping slightly with red, it's not too bad. but other than that fresh wound, there's also a smattering of older, half-healed injuries, and kakyoin grimaces as he pulls open his shirtfront. between the round punctures from wheel of fortune's gasoline bullets, the jagged burns from the sun's lasers, and the fresher cut high priestess had slashed into his throat, he can't help feeling a little self-conscious as he looks at giorno. ]
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... that sounds like quite the versatile ability.
[ he does sound a little impressed, but that edge of caution hasn't faded; such a vague ability is a little hard to accept so quickly, and kakyoin gives a tense sigh as he finally finishes unbuttoning his jacket and shirt.
there's the axe wound, of course; though it's still seeping slightly with red, it's not too bad. but other than that fresh wound, there's also a smattering of older, half-healed injuries, and kakyoin grimaces as he pulls open his shirtfront. between the round punctures from wheel of fortune's gasoline bullets, the jagged burns from the sun's lasers, and the fresher cut high priestess had slashed into his throat, he can't help feeling a little self-conscious as he looks at giorno. ]
You can ignore the others. They're healing.