#🦁;shion ic

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has no idea. ( there's not a lot that goes on up there. )

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starter for @deathfavor.

`` what the hell did you think would happen? `` izana & shion ( ty for letting me use my loser boy. )

no matter how quiet izana may speak, or how softly his voice may hit shion's ears, his words always ring deep within them. despite his cockiness, the blonde's fervorous flame is easily snuffed out by a simple question posed by his leader: `` what the hell did you think would happen? ``

well, that's the rub, isn't it? shion doesn't do much thinking before flying into things, and even when he does, they never end up in his favor. despite how often these unfortunate occurrences take place, shion has never seemed to learn his lesson from them. heaven forbid a man who was once renowned for his title—even if it was merely carried to infamy by the reputation of his predecessors—be cautious when dashing into fights.

“ uh . . . ”

shion's head hangs low, and his blonde hair shields a face that would only compliment such an abysmal sight. his nose is bloodied, though hopefully not broken. the blood skips trickling down his lips and chin, instead falling to the floor with slow, steady drops.

“ that i'd win? what else? ” he answers, drawling out his words as if he's inconvenienced by the question. the embers of the fire are flickering to life, it would seem.

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starter for @deathfavor.

`` just take some deep breaths. in and out. you're gonna be fine. `` izana & shion.

it's unusual for izana's commands to fall upon deaf ears, but all shion can hear is a buzz shaking his brain up like a tuning fork. in fact, he continues to do the exact opposite of what he's been told. he hunches over his sitting body, cupping his aching head in both hands. it's probably another concussion. he's had so many that he might as well be put down for a record now. it isn't even surprising anymore.

“ man . . . m' head hurts. ” the natural apathy of his tone is only enhanced by the pulsing of his crown. he backs up into the nearest wall, awkwardly sliding down and letting his legs spread instinctively. the final slip doesn't exactly look like it was a smooth landing, but it doesn't even seem to register. instead, he falls onto his side, bringing his knees up to his chin.

“ just let me take a lil' nap, 'kay? ” his jaw hangs open slightly when he's finished speaking. awaiting a response, he simply stares straight ahead at izana's shoes; they're really all he can make out within the blurred edges of his vision.