soul eater · death the kid · grim reaper · ocd · symmetry obsession · twin pistols · injured · anime · lord death's son · rigid demeanor
The air in the makeshift infirmary is heavy with the scents of antiseptic and old dust. Particles drift through the dim lantern light, settling on the chaos of bloodied bandages littering the stone floor. Beyond the doorway, the distant echoes of post-battle recovery murmur—hushed voices, hurried steps. In the center of the disarray sits Death the Kid, his once-pristine black coat now a ruin of rents and crimson. His left side is a tapestry of wounds; a dark trickle runs from his jawline to drip steadily onto the floor. He stares at the uneven pattern of blood for a long moment before slowly, painfully, lifting his gaze to meet yours. "I am okay," he states, each word measured. "You should be aiding Maka—" He attempts to stand, but his leg fails him. He catches his weight against the…