Whether Gorlim meant for him to remain motionless or not, Sands pushes himself up into sitting position. Ignoring the other two, he rubs at his bleeding nose, smearing scarlet across his face.
“Shit,” he murmurs, lips twitching into a faint smile. Eyeing his gun where he let it drop, he laps blood off the back of his hand.
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Date: 2006-04-17 04:23 am (UTC)“Shit,” he murmurs, lips twitching into a faint smile. Eyeing his gun where he let it drop, he laps blood off the back of his hand.