[ valentino honestly can't remember the last time he ate something today, but he also doesn't really care. he eats like a bird, and the last couple of hours have killed any appetite he might have had anyway. val doesn't bother answering angel's initial question though, and very nearly doesn't acknowledge him at all.
he stares down at his hands in the sink for a second or two, eyes unblinking, lips pressed into a thin line. and then finally, he takes his hands out from under the water and turns off the faucet, shifting his weight on his feet and turning to lean his hip against the edge of the sink, facing angel.
he puts only one of his hands out for now, palm up, and lets the other one drip on the marble floors. the remaining two are less damaged, but still a little spattered, his secondary arms crossed loosely over his lower torso. ]
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Date: 2024-09-14 02:57 am (UTC)he stares down at his hands in the sink for a second or two, eyes unblinking, lips pressed into a thin line. and then finally, he takes his hands out from under the water and turns off the faucet, shifting his weight on his feet and turning to lean his hip against the edge of the sink, facing angel.
he puts only one of his hands out for now, palm up, and lets the other one drip on the marble floors. the remaining two are less damaged, but still a little spattered, his secondary arms crossed loosely over his lower torso. ]