tender

mapicc watched from the other side of the room and leaned against a crafting table. he drummed his fingers against it, the dull noise reverberating within the room. “which hit killed you?”“it’s like—“ minute’s finger hovered from the base of his neck to the center of his chest. he could still feel the throbbing ache, the sword slicing through his shirt, the heat of his blood spilling out. it was an uncomfortable sensation. “here. from my neck to my chest.”“hm.” mapicc’s tail swished from side to side as he stood up and walked over to minute. his hand reached towards the collar of minute’s shirt collar, then paused. “can i see it?”