[Oscar is considerably the worse for wear when he emerges from the ring, as is par for the course after these little events. There's nothing even remotely unusual about that.
However, where he'd normally be quite vocal about shrugging it off and insisting that he's fine, today he's just... silent, his expression unreadable. Rather than wait around for healing (because he knows Wolfwood is going to be overworked enough as it is), he instead opts to head outside for a smoke and an attempt to clear his head, to try to claw his thoughts back from paths they keep trying to stray down.
He doesn't actually light the cigarette, though. For some reason, he seems more focused on staring at the lighter in his hand as he just flicks it on and off, something distant in those green eyes.
You're probably going to have to speak up if you want to get his attention.]
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However, where he'd normally be quite vocal about shrugging it off and insisting that he's fine, today he's just... silent, his expression unreadable. Rather than wait around for healing (because he knows Wolfwood is going to be overworked enough as it is), he instead opts to head outside for a smoke and an attempt to clear his head, to try to claw his thoughts back from paths they keep trying to stray down.
He doesn't actually light the cigarette, though. For some reason, he seems more focused on staring at the lighter in his hand as he just flicks it on and off, something distant in those green eyes.
You're probably going to have to speak up if you want to get his attention.]