Repression Chapter 2-A Domestic MatterMorning came swiftly, the staccato beeping of his alarm pulling Kabuto from a black sleep. A loose hand slipped out from under the sheets, depressing the button that would silence the noise. His eyes slid open rather easily, having always found himself a fast riser. The world tried to come into focus, but he found that no matter how much he blinked, the room was still blurred, seemingly full of sleep still. It was only after he sat up that he realized his glasses were still on his face, and had pressed against his face during the night, leaving oil smudges from his cheeks and lids on the clear glass.He removed them, wiping them on his shirt
What I cannot haveHe could be scrubbed and ready for surgery in a matter of minutes, in that he took pride. This skill came into play once again as he was greeted by the humming of a manual respirator. It played steadily in the background while the patient's vital readings, what should have been a steady, almost musical rhythm, sputtered along as a cacophonic series of beeps singing over the hum. The tones seemed to nag at Kabuto, reminding him of the severity of the situation like a worried spouse in the waiting room.The patient was fully nude, pulled straight from the field and stripped to reveal any injuries. There had been no time to completely clean him
Bad Roleplaying ProfileName: Drake Lucifer BelliusAge: 19 (but he looks like he could be, like, in his twenties, so he can get beer without being carded at da clubs)Sex: boi (bcuz my friend was a biotch and wanted to make a gurl, and I HAD to make a boi bcuz who would RP two girls? Dere would be no ROMANCE)Height: Like, really tall, but he kinda slouches all the timeWeight: Skinny. He's like a bone, but still kinda strong.Hair Color: Black and in like, an emo cut, but you can still kinda see both of his eyes, but not really his left one that much. And he has Crimson streaks down it.Eye Color: Red and kinda glowing a little and slitted like a