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[lamb_of_gold]

[Considering everything, he's pretty quiet about it - from arrival to finally managing to ease himself down into his hammock. Outwardly, there isn't much indication that something is wrong - at least not at first glance - but the bandages normally around his forearm have spread to encompass his hands and elbows as well. The especially observant may notice that his hair is now missing a few inches of length. It is, by the way, mused and ruffled though a tie at the base of his neck keeps it in some sense of order. A closer look still would show light swelling on his jaw, and some bruising around his neck and collar...and, for that matter, a slightly destroyed shirt - the remnants of sleeves and some soot on the front would suggest burning was involved.

Once settled into his hammock, Mu inhales deeply, sighs and, very quietly...]


Damn.





[Go go mentally unstable saints and friendly fire! There was a prompt that went with this, but meh. I don't have the attention span to finish those:/]