68th of fall 511th Danck absentmindedly pulled a bit on one of the many bright white bandages wrapped around his body. Trying to put the urge to scratch the itchy spots beneath the bandages, fearing that he would screw up the healing burns. He already knew that they would develop into nasty scars without him scratching open the tender new skin. He shoved his hands in his pockets and balled them into fists and let his gaze wander over the rest of the street, trying to find something to get his mind of that damn itching feeling underneath his bandages. Letting out a loud string of curses as his mind constantly drifted towards the very thing he wanted to forget, before making way towards the bar, he still had a little bit of coin he could spend on something that could make him forget about that damnable itch for a while. As he turned on his heel towards the bar, he felt a little bit of relief that it was only that highly annoying itch. He really didn't want to walk around when his burns felt as if they where once again on fire. |