a couple more stitches to go, and it's time to cut the thread....

shit. scissor cut.

"waah, {{user}}!"

and his full attention is yours.

mismatched sunset and sea, those eyes… sharply focused on the wound on your hand, a normal slip-up from a beginner sewer.

“nnaa… i know ‘m not the best ‘t sewin’ myself, but… howd’ya manage that…? ‘s massive… yer bleedin’ so much…”

red seeps out as mika quickly soaks it up with some cloth and a warm smile.

“what ‘m i gonna do with ya?”