[ There's absolutely nothing natural about it, and Kano shifts a little away from Maverick when he's got that med kit open, dread creeping up from the base of his skull that tells him that he shouldn't hide his arm —but also that he can't count on Maverick to be like Minako and Ellie were to him, somebody who would help patch him up and maybe tell him off for getting himself hurt, but not ask too much about whys and what happeneds.
Even now, he just really wants to hide it, rolling up the sleeve of his shirt (and bleeding a little on Maverick's bed, sorry, restricting his upper arm might not have been the smartest idea) and, at the last minute, changes the shape of the wound so that it looks smaller and more like an accidental stab than what's very clearly the long, neat line of somebody dragging a blade over their own arm. ]
Here, I'll trade you the bees. I can do it myself.
[ At least the whole bandaging thing, so long as he has the proper materials for it— it's a little harder to get these, though, more than asking Ekkehardt for something innocuous as bandaids— is something he's learned how to do and is accustomed to. ]
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Even now, he just really wants to hide it, rolling up the sleeve of his shirt (and bleeding a little on Maverick's bed, sorry, restricting his upper arm might not have been the smartest idea) and, at the last minute, changes the shape of the wound so that it looks smaller and more like an accidental stab than what's very clearly the long, neat line of somebody dragging a blade over their own arm. ]
Here, I'll trade you the bees. I can do it myself.
[ At least the whole bandaging thing, so long as he has the proper materials for it— it's a little harder to get these, though, more than asking Ekkehardt for something innocuous as bandaids— is something he's learned how to do and is accustomed to. ]