Yeah, it is. (Hey he agrees with that enough. Chibi seems like a nice guy and a nice guy with some really sweet powers. Will's pretty used to the monster thing enough that it doesn't put too much of a damper on the beginning of this friendship.
Will gives a small grimace of sympathy at the sight of the gashes on Chibi's side. They're definitely not good but they're definitely not bad either. He tugs at his pockets and thankfully he'd come into this thing with the paste he usually uses.
As for everything else? Well, time to improvise. He quickly removes his dress shirt and gives it a look of disdain. Well, it would just have to do.
He sets that aside before ripping at his dress pants. He rips away the filthy bottom parts and just tosses those completely then begins to rip at the rest of the material until he's left with some black shorts that go to the knees. With the clean cloth he gets out a few strips and gets to work. He bundles up some black cloth to apply some pressure against the wound and after a moment removes the cloth entirely, cleaning the area. He pulls open his paste and begins to work it over the gashes, all the while singing quietly beneath his breath in Greek hymns. Chibi might feel a deep-rooted kind of warmth. Not the typical warmth one anticipates from another person or even a fire, but the sort of warmth familiar to stepping out into the sun on a hot summer day.
Then the paste sets in and he nudges Chibi lightly.)
Want to sit straight up for me? I want to wrap you up if I can. Sorry this is all kinda...sketchy work. Don't have many supplies on me.
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Will gives a small grimace of sympathy at the sight of the gashes on Chibi's side. They're definitely not good but they're definitely not bad either. He tugs at his pockets and thankfully he'd come into this thing with the paste he usually uses.
As for everything else? Well, time to improvise. He quickly removes his dress shirt and gives it a look of disdain. Well, it would just have to do.
He sets that aside before ripping at his dress pants. He rips away the filthy bottom parts and just tosses those completely then begins to rip at the rest of the material until he's left with some black shorts that go to the knees. With the clean cloth he gets out a few strips and gets to work. He bundles up some black cloth to apply some pressure against the wound and after a moment removes the cloth entirely, cleaning the area. He pulls open his paste and begins to work it over the gashes, all the while singing quietly beneath his breath in Greek hymns. Chibi might feel a deep-rooted kind of warmth. Not the typical warmth one anticipates from another person or even a fire, but the sort of warmth familiar to stepping out into the sun on a hot summer day.
Then the paste sets in and he nudges Chibi lightly.)
Want to sit straight up for me? I want to wrap you up if I can. Sorry this is all kinda...sketchy work. Don't have many supplies on me.