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Tor smirked, "Yeah, well, he gave you an order. When a mentally unstable guy with a gun tells you to do stuff, you should usually do it. I mean god damn he ******** you up." He thought he had a pretty good idea of how bad the damage was, and laid his hands on Vince's torso, one just above his heart and the other covering both wounds, pressing a bit hard. Tor's head threw back as the spot where his wings would extend flashed and ran down his arms into Vince, forming a temporary link between the ******** fleshy pieces to stop the bleeding as an accelerated healing began. It'd be almost an hour though. Tor couldn't seem to raise up from Vince, breathing hard, more like hardly breathing, with his grey shirt turning a deep crimson down each side of his chest.

He slowly lowered, trying not to allow his arms to give out and simply fall on him, which is close to what happened. He had several broken ribs and every single bone in his body was frought with hairline fractures.

Tor didn't protest much, not that he could have without much pain, his voice coming as completely breathless, "Heh...be...careful. Might...make...Kalie...jealous." He patted him on the belly, cause thats where he hand was, "Same...bro. Think...I'll pass...out now." And he, well, did.

For better or worse, Kalie wasn't within the houses walls. On the bright side she wouldn't be stumbling upon a broken battered Tor cuddled up to a bloodied healing Vince. They'd have extra cuddle time ^_^

Off in the distance her footprints were dotting the sand in gaps as the waves rolled ashore and left the golden canvas pristine and lacking in any signs of life. The ones that survived were varied, weaving closer to the water then further out. Even in depth they shifted from light to tunneled as if she'd been burrowing her feet into the sand at some points.

Nik was curled closely together on himself, covered by several blankets, and, from what could be seen, no shirt. For all anyone knew, he could been naked under there. His hair was not done up, due to his time in bed, but rather, it was strewn accross the pillow, and his face.

No, he wasn't. In fact, he was one to attack preemptively. A pillow was swung from under the covers, in a rather playful manner, at the other's head, a small grin on the still sleeping-looking face on the other pillow.

The pillow was given up quickly, and he sat back. Nik that it was war too, and decided to play it cool. "I surrender! Don't hurt me! I'm french!"

The pillow hit him, and he fell back, out of the blakets. he ended up falling off the bed, his legs still on it. Apparently, he was a briefs kind of guy. Tight underwear was all he wore, but that was beside the point. He skewed into a fit of giggles.