[After a long and arduous fight against the Steel Maiden, Blade makes his way home. He's tired as hell and covered in blood (his own, mostly) but he's been healed by at least one wind spirit and a pushy white mage, so he's not doing too badly. He needs a bath, though, and maybe a cotton ball and some rubbing alcohol for the remaining scratches and bumps he'll feel for the next week.
Or he could wait for his regeneration, but everyone else vetoed that already.
He pushes the door open after somehow managing to unlock it, and then nearly trips over the chonky Sesame Cake loafed in the foyer. Blade looks like hell: his hair is in a messy half-up, half-down state, he's sticky and bloody, his bandages are coming off his left hand, and he's very unamused. He stares Sesame down. Sesame stares back.]
Move or else we're putting you on a diet.
[Okay, that gets Sesame to scoot.]
Tiánxīn? Yuan'er? I'm back.
[Blade gets about five steps in, and then he just lays down on the floor.]
after the arianrhod fight;
Or he could wait for his regeneration, but everyone else vetoed that already.
He pushes the door open after somehow managing to unlock it, and then nearly trips over the chonky Sesame Cake loafed in the foyer. Blade looks like hell: his hair is in a messy half-up, half-down state, he's sticky and bloody, his bandages are coming off his left hand, and he's very unamused. He stares Sesame down. Sesame stares back.]
Move or else we're putting you on a diet.
[Okay, that gets Sesame to scoot.]
Tiánxīn? Yuan'er? I'm back.
[Blade gets about five steps in, and then he just lays down on the floor.]