[He finished healing the cut on his arm though he's a little disappointed that there was still something there. It was a cut no deeper than a papercut.
Then he looked up.
If he's self-conscious at all about being caught like this it didn't show in his expression.
Because, in fact, he wasn't self-conscious at all.]
Practising. [The cut isn't bleeding anymore so he lets his sleeve fall over his arm again. And then, because he does understand how it looks he adds,] It's not my dominant hand and I'm being careful.
[His pixiu made a sound that didn't sound encouraging. He reached out to pat her absentmindedly while frowning at the bruise he sees.]
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Then he looked up.
If he's self-conscious at all about being caught like this it didn't show in his expression.
Because, in fact, he wasn't self-conscious at all.]
Practising. [The cut isn't bleeding anymore so he lets his sleeve fall over his arm again. And then, because he does understand how it looks he adds,] It's not my dominant hand and I'm being careful.
[His pixiu made a sound that didn't sound encouraging. He reached out to pat her absentmindedly while frowning at the bruise he sees.]
Does that hurt?