week 4 - hermann - sunday, post-execution

[completelycrazy]

[Newt stays in the back during the execution and slips out the second he can. Hermann won't be able to find him immediately after he disappears, but later, he'll find his partner back in their secret bathroom hideout. His jacket is dumped onto the counter next to the sink, where he's wringing out the remains of his t-shirt. The basin is splotched heavily with red.

His head snaps up when he hears Hermann enter, and then he deflates. He nudges the tap off with his wrist, but stays facing the sink. He's gritting his teeth.]

Thought I locked that.

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[byjove]

[Well fine then. Hermann keeps his distance, but makes a face. He mulls over this new information.]

Why would Jacopo be in the way? Perhaps he didn't trust the other faction not to break the truce.

[All speculation at this point, and also irrelevant.]

I... suppose that means we didn't do as much harm to the game as we might've.

[completelycrazy]

I don't know. Izaya could've been bullshitting about that, for all I know. But with the kind of guy Jacopo was? I wouldn't be surprised.

[Newt drops the bandage into the sink, letting the faucet rinse it out as he attempts to clean his hand with another scrap of fabric. This is awful? His shoulder could definitely use some stitches, though it's not like there's an abundance of supplies for that, and, well. His dominant hand does not have the dexterity for stitches now, anyway.

i whoopsie'd and am now retconning slightly it's newt's right hand now and it's... uh.

He unclenches his fist as best he can... Not that he was able to really make much of a fist in the first place, though. The stab wound is less of a clean through-and-through and more of a bored out hole. He couldn't move most of his fingers if he tried, and trying hurts so he avoids that when possible.

He grits his teeth, steadies his arm with his elbow on the counter, and tenderly daps the wet cloth against his palm. He hisses and flinches away almost immediately, kicking the counter in frustration. Hermann will probably be able to make out a colorful assortment of swears muttered in German under his breath.

He grips the edge of the sink with his good hand and just kind of leans there for a moment, his head down.]