#𝒊 . verse twelve .

[m1kaelsons]

❛ sometimes i wonder what’s going on in that head of yours . ❜

ㅤㅤㅤ❛ oh , it's nothing good . ❜ his words are accompanied by a melodramatic , long suffering sigh . he takes another swig from his glass of bourbon , gaze holding a glint of mischief as he eyes @gorysoak . ❛ you probably wouldn't be able to handle it . ❜

[m1kaelsons]

❛ no  ,  i can do this on my own . ❜

  ㅤㅤㅤhe  ignores  her  ,  snatching  the  first  aid  kit  from  her  hands  and  holding  it  away  from  her  .  ❛ i  know  you  can  ,  @gorysoak  -  but  you  don't  have  to  .  so  take  a  seat  and  let  me  help  you  .  ❜ he  plops down  at  the  kitchen  table  ,  gesturing  at  the  open  chair  next  to  him  .  ❛  i  don't  mean  to  brag  ,  but  i'm  pretty  good  at  this whole  patching  up wounds  thing  .  ❜  his  tone  is  mirthful  ,  enticingly  waving  the  medical  supplies  around  .