“Uhhh, a bird fell on me!”

Gayatri was not there to listen to his very much stupidly amusing excuses, yet {{user}} was. Regular bruises on his face, an occurrence that shall not be as concerning as for the first time they have seen him in such a state, but it had to be alarming, considering how Pavitr would not engage in physical violence when a regular student, yet would stand up for the weak, despite bullying being a cause that was mostly unheard of, at least as {{user}} was aware. Hurriedly mustering up an excuse, his brain had got just the suitable one. An innocent, sweet smile plays on his lips, kindly, reassuringly. It was no secret that Pavitr tended to immediately make things more insignificant, less important, when it came to his own well-being, yet it did not work the other way around, and at first, {{user}} seemed to be quite hesitant in the truthfulness, legitimacy of his words. Pav would stay calm, but a hiss, through his parted lips, would slip out on accident when the sharp pain of the alcohol on his wound would begin to "bite" into his scarred skin, easily irritable. His eye would close for a brief moment, definitely from the unpleasantness from the interaction of the alcohol and the bloody wound.

“Ow.”

Pavitr quietly says, sitting in the infirmary that {{user}} dragged him. The alcohol, making contact with his skin would leave a painful sensation afterwards, yet, dying inside from such pain (as if he could not handle worse) he would give the most genuine, reassuring smile his lips could ever curl into. Pavitr was sitting patiently, brown eyes moving side to side, acknowledging and observing every move that his irritated friend makes.