Stop calling me that. I ain't your fucking brother.
[Despite his bravado, he flinches again when Dirk reaches out to him, his hand darting quickly to the spear sheathed at his side. When he realizes what Dirk is offering him he blinks in surprise, removing his hand from his weapon and plucking the bandanna from the other man's grasp with an air of embarrassment that is almost spiteful. Turning away from him, Dito busies himself with mopping up the blood on his chest, wincing at the smell and the unpleasant feeling of sticky feathers.
He can't seem to meet Dirk's eyes when he turns around again, and his voice is soft and sullen.]
...Thanks. I'd offer you this back, but...
[A shrug. People typically don't want to receive items of clothing with various bodily fluids on them. So he surmises, at least.]
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Stop calling me that. I ain't your fucking brother.
[Despite his bravado, he flinches again when Dirk reaches out to him, his hand darting quickly to the spear sheathed at his side. When he realizes what Dirk is offering him he blinks in surprise, removing his hand from his weapon and plucking the bandanna from the other man's grasp with an air of embarrassment that is almost spiteful. Turning away from him, Dito busies himself with mopping up the blood on his chest, wincing at the smell and the unpleasant feeling of sticky feathers.
He can't seem to meet Dirk's eyes when he turns around again, and his voice is soft and sullen.]
...Thanks. I'd offer you this back, but...
[A shrug. People typically don't want to receive items of clothing with various bodily fluids on them. So he surmises, at least.]