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"Funny” her voice wasn't amused 'you realized you just broke your door, right?" Bahm shrugged, feeling the skin around his wound tightens and sting.
“It seems to get broken a lot around here” He limped to a wooden chair, easing down into it and letting out a hiss of pain.
Jashmir let out a snort “mostly from you! Keep kicking the dang door and we might need to make it out of metal.” “Shut it, Jashmir.” Bahm waved his brother over, who came over with a stubborn look. Lifting up the side of his shirt, he showed his wound. It has become red around the skin of it and hasn’t stopped bleeding. William choked on the drink he has been sipping, his dark grey eyes widening.
“Now EXPLAIN how you were able to kick the door open with a wound like that?!” William had a bit of sass to his words, annoying Bahm. “Moment of energy.”
“Show off” Duncan said in the background. He looked different from the rest of them. His hair was a deep red, freckled and pure hazel eyes must have been carried through as a recessive trait from an earlier ancestor. He always seemed to have luck on his side because of his red hair, which was not very normal to see now a days except if it is blood or your hands were out in the cold and were suddenly flushed with warm heat.
He looked down at Bahm wound, letting out a tisk.
“Hey! Don’t tisk me!” Snarled Bahm. Duncan waved the woman in, inviting her from the cold. “Can you help me with my weakling little brother?” Duncan asked, handing her a wet cloth. “Just whip some blood from the wound.” She walked over and Bahm growled at his brother.
“Didn’t you hear me Dun-“The blue hair boy let out a scream and jolted, Jashmir and William pin his arms up. The cloth came into contact with his wound, sending bullets of pain into his system.
“Oh I forgot to mention Bahm,” Duncan lit a cigarette “the cloth has alcohol, help kill the germs that gotten into that cut of yours.” He grinned, making his boy-ish face show he was indeed, a troublemaker.