[They fall out into the narrow, neon striped alley. There are two dark cars parked there in the shadow of the parlor and the woman makes her way quickly to one of them - raps her knuckles on the window and calls for the trunk to be popped. A moment later she's running back, a box held in both hands. Kun-Kun helps Callix to sit.]
We can do a patch job here. It's fine. [He shifts his hand from Callix's wrist, hesitates - glances uneasily to Sam and Lexa - and then starts to sort through the box the woman has balanced on her knees.
Callix, fingers slick with blood, stares at the contents of the first aid kit and then blinks back around to the two of them. He grins, an affable expression in a stress pale face as Kun-Kun and the woman murmur quietly over what's best to patch him up with.] Thanks for the escort.
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We can do a patch job here. It's fine. [He shifts his hand from Callix's wrist, hesitates - glances uneasily to Sam and Lexa - and then starts to sort through the box the woman has balanced on her knees.
Callix, fingers slick with blood, stares at the contents of the first aid kit and then blinks back around to the two of them. He grins, an affable expression in a stress pale face as Kun-Kun and the woman murmur quietly over what's best to patch him up with.] Thanks for the escort.