It's the most exasperated Ain has sounded in a while, not that he's aware of it — his emotional awareness is minor at best, but that's hardly the point. See, the day had started like any other day starts these days: having to bathe in the blood of the enemy shortly after breakfast, followed by resting for a half-second to regain lost strength. An ostensibly normal day, surely, and despite the fact that this is Business As Usual, despite the fact that Ain's wearing his usual enigmatic smile, there's the slightest spark in those eyes of his. He's pissed off. Unbelievably so.
Smiling is his default expression most of the time, but it finally melts away and he winds up shaking his head after a moment, looking more agitated than anything else. There's a splash of blood on his cheek from the recent battle — he's usually a backline fighter, usually isn't one of the ones getting demon blood on him, but he's ignoring it presently. Ignoring it, because he's the group healer and he has a job to do, and part of that job involves being tired and bitchy because—
"How reckless can you possibly be?"
(Which is rich coming from Mr. Yeet-Myself-At-The-El of all people.)
He's nice enough (or perhaps, worried enough is the better and more accurate term here) to sit there and heal even cuts that don't need healing, little lacerations and bruises and the sort. Things that could heal on their own, surely, but nothing slips through the cracks when Ain is concerned about his friends—
—which begs the question of whether or not he and Add are actually friends or more of compatriots stuck in the same situation with the same goals, considering they've spent years arguing with one another. But it's not a question that Ain is currently asking himself right now because he is quite occupied trying to make sure people are alive, thanks.
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It's the most exasperated Ain has sounded in a while, not that he's aware of it — his emotional awareness is minor at best, but that's hardly the point. See, the day had started like any other day starts these days: having to bathe in the blood of the enemy shortly after breakfast, followed by resting for a half-second to regain lost strength. An ostensibly normal day, surely, and despite the fact that this is Business As Usual, despite the fact that Ain's wearing his usual enigmatic smile, there's the slightest spark in those eyes of his. He's pissed off. Unbelievably so.
Smiling is his default expression most of the time, but it finally melts away and he winds up shaking his head after a moment, looking more agitated than anything else. There's a splash of blood on his cheek from the recent battle — he's usually a backline fighter, usually isn't one of the ones getting demon blood on him, but he's ignoring it presently. Ignoring it, because he's the group healer and he has a job to do, and part of that job involves being tired and bitchy because—
"How reckless can you possibly be?"
(Which is rich coming from Mr. Yeet-Myself-At-The-El of all people.)
He's nice enough (or perhaps, worried enough is the better and more accurate term here) to sit there and heal even cuts that don't need healing, little lacerations and bruises and the sort. Things that could heal on their own, surely, but nothing slips through the cracks when Ain is concerned about his friends—
—which begs the question of whether or not he and Add are actually friends or more of compatriots stuck in the same situation with the same goals, considering they've spent years arguing with one another. But it's not a question that Ain is currently asking himself right now because he is quite occupied trying to make sure people are alive, thanks.