[When Wakaba makes her move, Spike watches, slightly impressed. He isn't afraid to comment on it, interjection a somewhat pained—]
Nice.
[Before turning his attention to her question. Does he need help? No, surely he's still full of enough alcohol to make it through the pain. So rather than answer immediately, Spike shoves himself up as straight as he can, which is still... Kind of slouched.]
Nope... Nah. Just— took a fall, recently.
[He kind of waves at his face as if to gesture for the fall, but it's not really a meaningful movement, and kind of just makes him look like an idiot. He also very clearly has taken more than just a fall, but from the front, Wakaba may not be able to see the bullet lodged in his shoulder blade.
He is completely unconcerned with the grave keeper now that the man seems to be unconscious in his little hole.]
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Nice.
[Before turning his attention to her question. Does he need help? No, surely he's still full of enough alcohol to make it through the pain. So rather than answer immediately, Spike shoves himself up as straight as he can, which is still... Kind of slouched.]
Nope... Nah. Just— took a fall, recently.
[He kind of waves at his face as if to gesture for the fall, but it's not really a meaningful movement, and kind of just makes him look like an idiot. He also very clearly has taken more than just a fall, but from the front, Wakaba may not be able to see the bullet lodged in his shoulder blade.
He is completely unconcerned with the grave keeper now that the man seems to be unconscious in his little hole.]
Quick thinking there. Thanks.