03-29-2019, 03:50 AM
Diesel sat in silence as the medic worked on his hand. The medic had given his hand a shot of Novocaine so he didn't feel it anymore and the stitching didn't bother him. He would heal faster than a normal human but still not fast enough for his own preference. Diesel usually just did his best to not get hurt -- which, given his line of business, had surprisingly worked thus far. There wasn't really a time that he could remember being wounded, aside from bruising. Maybe when he was a child.
Lost in his own thought it seemed like in no time he and Shawn were walking back in the direction of the house. His hand, still numb, was now expertly wrapped in a black ace bandage. He attempted to move a finger but the Novocaine prevented any reaction aside from a small twitch in the digit.
Red eyes glanced away from the finger and towards Shawn at the sudden words that broke the silence. 'We should talk.' The words made him frown and he looked down at his feet as they kept walking.
Diesel wasn't good at talking, especially not about the things he was sure Shawn wanted to hear. Sometimes he could say it in German -- for some reason that seemed easier, though even this time he wasn't sure he could. He liked using German because there were few people who could understand him around here when he spoke it, however this time the person he would be talking to knew a far amount of German perhaps more than before simply from living with Diesel for so long.
Again he was broken from his thoughts by Shawn pulling himself close, which was surprisingly nice for Diesel. It showed him that Shawn wasn't too angry about the incident in the mall, at least not enough to keep away from Diesel. He appreciated the motion and didn't bother to push Shawn away despite the guards that still strode around the area.
He glanced down at Shawn before taking in a deep breath and letting it out slowly. "Fine," he relented, though he really did not want to have this talk. "But not far from the house." Diesel already missed the twins more than he cared to admit, perhaps it was because the last time he'd seen them he'd hardly been able to do much more than ruffle their hair with his good hand and promise to be back shortly.
Lost in his own thought it seemed like in no time he and Shawn were walking back in the direction of the house. His hand, still numb, was now expertly wrapped in a black ace bandage. He attempted to move a finger but the Novocaine prevented any reaction aside from a small twitch in the digit.
Red eyes glanced away from the finger and towards Shawn at the sudden words that broke the silence. 'We should talk.' The words made him frown and he looked down at his feet as they kept walking.
Diesel wasn't good at talking, especially not about the things he was sure Shawn wanted to hear. Sometimes he could say it in German -- for some reason that seemed easier, though even this time he wasn't sure he could. He liked using German because there were few people who could understand him around here when he spoke it, however this time the person he would be talking to knew a far amount of German perhaps more than before simply from living with Diesel for so long.
Again he was broken from his thoughts by Shawn pulling himself close, which was surprisingly nice for Diesel. It showed him that Shawn wasn't too angry about the incident in the mall, at least not enough to keep away from Diesel. He appreciated the motion and didn't bother to push Shawn away despite the guards that still strode around the area.
He glanced down at Shawn before taking in a deep breath and letting it out slowly. "Fine," he relented, though he really did not want to have this talk. "But not far from the house." Diesel already missed the twins more than he cared to admit, perhaps it was because the last time he'd seen them he'd hardly been able to do much more than ruffle their hair with his good hand and promise to be back shortly.
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