[ once alhaitham is standing again, heine lets go and strips off his gloves, shoving them into one back pocket for the time being. he wipes his face with the hem of his tshirt (tshirts being a dime a dozen around here, he has no particular need to keep any of them in good condition) and then stretches out, almost relishing the ache in his shoulders and the few bruises from where alhaitham's fists landed. the one on his jaw is probably already fading, but the one on his ribs feels like it'll be a few more minutes. ]
Glad to help. [ he likes that even though alhaitham was apparently in it for information moreso than the thrill of the fight, he hadn't taken it easy on heine nor expected heine to take it easy on him. ] Must be weird, huh? Not having the...
[ what had alhaitham called it? ]
Plant power.
[ that's not what alhaitham called it, but whatever. ]
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Glad to help. [ he likes that even though alhaitham was apparently in it for information moreso than the thrill of the fight, he hadn't taken it easy on heine nor expected heine to take it easy on him. ] Must be weird, huh? Not having the...
[ what had alhaitham called it? ]
Plant power.
[ that's not what alhaitham called it, but whatever. ]