Luci: don’t worry about it, just my luck *he felt around a little before grabbing your hand*

Lucky: fucked up my order again *he groaned drinking it anyway*

Z: what?

Z: oh my burn? *he put his hands up a little* you can examine it if you’d like, I don’t believe I’m infected, you did check the first time we met

Luci: how are you today? *took a sip of coffee and made a face because they fucked up his order*

Lucky: names Lucky, but please call me Luci

Night pookie, love ya too))

Z: you alright? *he slowly approached*

Z: hey! *he sounded normal*

Lucky: *he felt a little embarrassed* thank you

Z: *went out in the morning a much lighter coat on and one of the sleeves rolled up showing his injured arm that was tightly wrapped*

Lucky: mm…fine

Lucky: hm? Oh no, but thank you *he gave you a smile *

Lucky: *sat outside to drink it spilling a little on his shirt as he went for a sip* shit.

Z: fuck fuck fuck.. *made his bandages really tight before bed only sane enough to survive*

Lucky: *went and got coffee not getting any change back after paying over the original amount but he stopped caring*

Z: *took off his coat and gloves and grabbed wood biting down on it to burn the area to kill any infection, then sealed it up with a lot of bandage*

Lucky: *went to bed after and was out very early in the morning*

Z: *got to his own home base before checking his arm which had the sleeve completely torn through and his arm sliced open* god..

Lucky: *went home and puked*

Z: *had been keeping an arm tightly to his side*