He recoils immediately, sending Len a glare so heated that coupled with his fever should have caused his frigid nursemaid to burst into flames.
"This part of the all inclusive sadistic spa experience?"
He freezes (heh) immediately when Len removes the bandage and then starts almost gently moving the towel across his skin. No. No no. He doesn't like this. He doesn't want to be taken care of. Doesn't want to be coddled. Weak and pathetic and...
"Alright alright, I'm not dying. Knock it off." He tries to bat Len's hands away. Hunching forward he puts his elbows on his knees and rubs his face before tugging the mask back down. He may not want to be taken care of, but he's aware enough to realize he's a complete mess right now.
"I don't feel refreshed, I feel like fucking shit. The hell is going on?" He feels a bit like he caught the flu sometime in the past twenty minutes, which seems highly unlikely.
But there's actually a more pressing question he wants to ask about why Len is even doing this? Kabal is a confident, arrogant, asshole, but he's pretty self-aware, and no one really wants to be around him longer than necessary. But here's Len, still here after what had to be hours, making sure Kabal didn't roast himself alive or have his arm fall off.
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He recoils immediately, sending Len a glare so heated that coupled with his fever should have caused his frigid nursemaid to burst into flames.
"This part of the all inclusive sadistic spa experience?"
He freezes (heh) immediately when Len removes the bandage and then starts almost gently moving the towel across his skin. No. No no. He doesn't like this. He doesn't want to be taken care of. Doesn't want to be coddled. Weak and pathetic and...
"Alright alright, I'm not dying. Knock it off." He tries to bat Len's hands away. Hunching forward he puts his elbows on his knees and rubs his face before tugging the mask back down. He may not want to be taken care of, but he's aware enough to realize he's a complete mess right now.
"I don't feel refreshed, I feel like fucking shit. The hell is going on?" He feels a bit like he caught the flu sometime in the past twenty minutes, which seems highly unlikely.
But there's actually a more pressing question he wants to ask about why Len is even doing this? Kabal is a confident, arrogant, asshole, but he's pretty self-aware, and no one really wants to be around him longer than necessary. But here's Len, still here after what had to be hours, making sure Kabal didn't roast himself alive or have his arm fall off.
"What about you? Enjoying the spa treatment?"