[Yamamoto is working on that, now that he is in Anchor and can find other uses for them because there isn't another battle to prepare for. Yamamoto would like to see him use his cloud flames too, it would be neat to find out he had other flames. Then again, with his personality, he has just what he needs and is more than content with it. His flames work best with his weapon, like a bat and a ball. Practice definitely makes perfect. He may seem to be carefree but he is a hard worker too, training till he drops most of the time. Then getting up and doing it again.
His eyebrows shoot up, damn.]
I was hoping you missed that... [Well, if he is caught he may as well save his outer shirt the bloodstain and he begins peeling it off. Holding it up to see the hole in it, well that sucks but it's fixable, he drops the shirt over his shoulder. He nods when Gokudera mentions the med bay because now that he sees his undershirt he realizes this might take more than bandages but not as many stitches as it could have been. He raises his shirt to get a look at the gash, it's deepish but not as bad as some he has had. He was wrong on the blood though, that definitely reached the top of his pants and the edges are gnarly, ragged from the way the bone ripped them.
Damn it, damn it, damn it. He has been trying his hardest not to make mistakes like this, every day he does his best to think and not just react every time. Using his battle senses and brain in his day to day life so he doesn't cause the other to worry. It's their first chance to relax a little and he wanted Gokudera to find a way to take advantage of that.
He had been checking himself as they talked, heading to the Med Bay with Gokudera without argument, so he missed the expression but he hears the tone and the words. His head snaps up, looking at Gokudera. He stops in his tracks.] It's not like you made me, I should have gone in prepared. I know better than to be that stupid.
[He does, he really does, for all his outward derpiness and how oblivious he can be. He is not a complete idiot. There is no way this is Gokudera's fault, it's his and he got off lucky that it's going to leave him with nothing more than what will be an interesting scar.]
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His eyebrows shoot up, damn.]
I was hoping you missed that... [Well, if he is caught he may as well save his outer shirt the bloodstain and he begins peeling it off. Holding it up to see the hole in it, well that sucks but it's fixable, he drops the shirt over his shoulder. He nods when Gokudera mentions the med bay because now that he sees his undershirt he realizes this might take more than bandages but not as many stitches as it could have been. He raises his shirt to get a look at the gash, it's deepish but not as bad as some he has had. He was wrong on the blood though, that definitely reached the top of his pants and the edges are gnarly, ragged from the way the bone ripped them.
Damn it, damn it, damn it. He has been trying his hardest not to make mistakes like this, every day he does his best to think and not just react every time. Using his battle senses and brain in his day to day life so he doesn't cause the other to worry. It's their first chance to relax a little and he wanted Gokudera to find a way to take advantage of that.
He had been checking himself as they talked, heading to the Med Bay with Gokudera without argument, so he missed the expression but he hears the tone and the words. His head snaps up, looking at Gokudera. He stops in his tracks.] It's not like you made me, I should have gone in prepared. I know better than to be that stupid.
[He does, he really does, for all his outward derpiness and how oblivious he can be. He is not a complete idiot. There is no way this is Gokudera's fault, it's his and he got off lucky that it's going to leave him with nothing more than what will be an interesting scar.]