[ there was a moment of silence on keigo's end as he messed with his nose further, a sickening crunch signifying him pushing everything back into place. he sighed, wiped his face with the back of his hand and then smeared the blood on his pants. whatever, it didn't matter, right?

he gave the other a critical stare, eyeing him up cautiously as he offered up that apology. keigo was stubborn; he didn't feel that it was a significant enough apology, for his tastes. on the other hand, he also couldn't afford to be making enemies, either. ]

Whatever, it's fine, I guess. I just have piss-poor luck.

[ that was an established fact... ]

But, I bet you it was one of those paintings! They're possessed, I think...