[ holyfuck, stop that. Rook bats Jiho's hands away, grabbing the undershirt from him, eyes flickering between the bruising on his back and the bloody wounds on his shoulder. gods you are-- you are going to give him a fucking heart attack one day, aren't you?]

He's too lazy for that, trust me.

[ the words are soft as Rook drags the fabric over the lines of Jiho's shoulders, careful to not get too close to the wounds. they don't look damned at least, so either Levi was being nice (right) or the Creature was missing a few claws while he was here.

either way, it makes Rook breathe a little easier.] He's the Leviathan, and a fucking asshole, that's who he is. But you figured that out.... fuck okay, uh, you mind if-- I dull the pain a little for you? So I can clean you up better?