[viktor grimaces as he takes a moment to try keep from falling back into another coughing fit, his lungs threatening it around every breath. gods he hates this, it's been so much better here but still always finds a way to rear its head at irritating times.
he folds the rag to try and cover the blood, wiping at the corners of his mouth as he hoarsely offers,] Apologies. Yes, it's ah... my illness.
[another grimace, though he offers allen what he hopes is a reassuring smile that comes out humorless. the last thing the teen needs is more worries in his life.
speaking of those worries there's a rattling howl that pierces the air shortly after he speaks. it's close, clearly just around the bend of the alley the door is nestled into. viktor straightens, grip tightening on the rag as he glances to allen in alarm.]
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he folds the rag to try and cover the blood, wiping at the corners of his mouth as he hoarsely offers,] Apologies. Yes, it's ah... my illness.
[another grimace, though he offers allen what he hopes is a reassuring smile that comes out humorless. the last thing the teen needs is more worries in his life.
speaking of those worries there's a rattling howl that pierces the air shortly after he speaks. it's close, clearly just around the bend of the alley the door is nestled into. viktor straightens, grip tightening on the rag as he glances to allen in alarm.]