[She knew it wasn't going to look good, but she's not quite prepared for the reality of just what he managed to do to his face. She knows how this works, that he won't heal like she would but neither would he bleed or suffer from it, but that doesn't stop her from making an agitated sound and crossing the room to him, sitting down on the couch with a frown on her face.]
Damn it, R.
[Julie puts her hand on top of his head to tilt it, casting the 'injuries' into better light.]
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Damn it, R.
[Julie puts her hand on top of his head to tilt it, casting the 'injuries' into better light.]
No use going to the clinic for this...