[Oh worse definitely exists. Hisoka is no where near dead though sitting here long enough- he might be. Infact, most of the damage is- his own fault. Playing too much and allowing too much, and taking shots instead of just dodging when dodging was completely viable.]
[Can't feel it right now, though he hitches a little, things moving, shifting, rebuilding. His body jerks here and there flinching, cracking, but fixing, everything in it's place.]
[His breath stays heavy for a short while, his heart slowly returning to it's usual pace and soon there's not enough pain to keep him asleep, consciousness easing in. Blood no longer painting his pale skin, though he still raises a hand to touch at his own lips. Eyes still closed, feels- nothing, licks them, tastes nothing, a chuckle sounds out under his breath and his hand drops again.]
no subject
[Can't feel it right now, though he hitches a little, things moving, shifting, rebuilding. His body jerks here and there flinching, cracking, but fixing, everything in it's place.]
[His breath stays heavy for a short while, his heart slowly returning to it's usual pace and soon there's not enough pain to keep him asleep, consciousness easing in. Blood no longer painting his pale skin, though he still raises a hand to touch at his own lips. Eyes still closed, feels- nothing, licks them, tastes nothing, a chuckle sounds out under his breath and his hand drops again.]
Myy saavioooor~~