[As promised, Beyond makes it there exactly at the ten minute mark. His left hand is tucked in his pants pocket while his right arm, the arm that Sharon had managed to injure with a paintbrush hangs almost limply at his side.
He had medicated and stitched it to the best of his ability, but the side effects are still present, regardless, or perhaps especially because, that it had happened only five days ago. The fingers are curled lightly though stiffly, signs of the damage to flexor muscle in his forearm.
He keeps a knife he picked up from the armoury tucked in his back pocket, discreet for all intents and purposes. He glances around at the trees, looking for Mello.]
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He had medicated and stitched it to the best of his ability, but the side effects are still present, regardless, or perhaps especially because, that it had happened only five days ago. The fingers are curled lightly though stiffly, signs of the damage to flexor muscle in his forearm.
He keeps a knife he picked up from the armoury tucked in his back pocket, discreet for all intents and purposes. He glances around at the trees, looking for Mello.]