gaze softens / features relax at comedic remark. the witch doesn't laugh, though he does smile, just a bit - enough to make cheeks puff out &. dimples show. kemani figures that he shouldn't have been so worried, this was judah we're talking about, but something lurched in the depth of his stomach when he saw the angel come home bloody &. bleeding. was it fear ? kemani pushes the question out of his mind, turning his focus on the bandages he's wrapping around judah's arm, first aid given on kemani's behest. just until heaven came back &. looked him over.
❝ mhm, i'm sure they're prolly sufferin’ in the er, j. sit still, ❞ teen mumbles, tying the bandage up, nice n' tight. it's sloppy work, but then again, kemani wasn't an expert on first aid. he wasn't heaven. he was doing his best, &. that was enough, wasn't it ? ❝ how's that feel ? not too tight, yeah ? ❞ not waiting for an answer, kemani turns &. digs into the small dollar store med kit, pulls out two band-aids, both with patterns depicting children's cartoon characters. ❝ sorry for all the baby shit - they just look better than lame ass normal band-aids. now. [ you hold them up, one band-aid a gold yellow, the other black &. red. ] spongebob or mickey mouse ? ❞