[ There isn't a lot Asahi can do to fold the shirt up, but he can't just bring himself to crumple it like the trash it's arguably become. Turning it in on itself, once, then twice, keeps the worst of the stain out of sight. He sets it down on the counter, next to his holster, and starts collecting supplies to clean himself up.
He shakes his head. ] No, it was just supposed to be a relations meeting. [ Which Asahi hates, but understands his role in. He wets the washcloth he's found, and leaves the warm water running. Dried blood on skin itches. ] Funny enough, I think we'll still be on good terms.
[ Its not funny at all; Asahi's tone too strained, as he's washing flecks of blood off his neck, to hit the lightheartedness he'd tried for. ]
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He shakes his head. ] No, it was just supposed to be a relations meeting. [ Which Asahi hates, but understands his role in. He wets the washcloth he's found, and leaves the warm water running. Dried blood on skin itches. ] Funny enough, I think we'll still be on good terms.
[ Its not funny at all; Asahi's tone too strained, as he's washing flecks of blood off his neck, to hit the lightheartedness he'd tried for. ]