[ Heine tips forward, breath escaping him in a loud huff. Shit. He can't run, and he knows it, but he still steps forward, stumbling forward away from his dog with a grunt.
The blood trickling down his chest is warm as it soaks into his clothes. ]
I don't know. Not like you can go bother anyone else. [ He grunts and turns halfway to glare at his dog, even though he only meets his eyes for a second. ] Lucky for them.
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The blood trickling down his chest is warm as it soaks into his clothes. ]
I don't know. Not like you can go bother anyone else. [ He grunts and turns halfway to glare at his dog, even though he only meets his eyes for a second. ] Lucky for them.