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The drive to Skav’s apartment nearly kills them both. Blue is as reckless as ever, shooting past stoplights, making too-tight turns, rainwater splashing up the sides of the car, and he’s almost glad that Skav is knocked out cold when he turns to look. The Qrow is their pride and joy; if anything untoward happened to it… he shuddered to think of the consequences. Blue’s hands jitter on the wheel, skin prickling with gooseflesh. The adrenaline still lingers, and like stop-motion, flashes of the confrontation shutter through his mind’s eye. His hands, slippery with blood. The feeling of driving a blade through muscle, scraping past the stubborn cage of bone. The final, desperate struggles of a dying man. He only snaps out of it when the blare of a horn rings through the cold, night air, swerving out of the way just in time to avoid a head-on collision.

In spite of it all, they manage to make it to their destination without further incident. Blue notices Skav awaken when the car jerks to a stop, and shuts off the purring engine with a twist of the key. Skav is stumbling out of the Qrow before he’s able to do anything else, but when they manage to climb to their feet, worry fades into exasperation. Pushing open the door, he gets out of the car as well, and slams it shut behind him; booted feet landing against the asphalt with a wet-sounding thump. He gazes up at the brick building before them, at the warm, yellow light spilling the third-floor window. He sees a silhouette flash past, a darkened blur of motion, and then the light is gone, extinguished like candle flame. But Blue doesn’t wait any longer to follow Skav inside, stepping through the entrance at the side of the building.

He’s been here enough times to remember that Skav lives on the fourth floor, but the space still feels alien to him. Buzzing fluorescent lights line the corridors, and he hears an argument resonate from behind the paper thin walls. It’s not much different to where he lives, he thinks when they step inside the elevator, though he doesn’t spend much time at home, anyway. Blue moves to lean against the rightmost wall as the elevator shudders to life, sweeps his gaze over Skav’s lanky form to make sure that they aren’t about to collapse. He wouldn’t blame them if they did, considering what they’d gone through, but he didn’t want to have to drag their unconscious body the rest of the way.

The elevator lets out a faint ding when they reach the fourth floor. Blue follows closely behind Skav, taking a small step back when they bolt inside to avoid a potential door to the face. Almost immediately, sounds of retching fill the apartment, bouncing off its narrow walls with ease. He doesn’t bother to shrug off his jacket, but brings a hand up to remove his mask, feeling the tepid air of Skav’s apartment hit his skin as soon as it comes off. Bleached blonde hair, hacked in uneven shocks with black peeking from the roots fall from their latex confines, and Blue draws a hand through the locks in a fruitless attempt at wrestling them back into place. He’s still bleeding from the neck, the stain on his shirt having grown to the size of his palm, but it has slowed substantially, platelets at the wound coagulating into a sluggish brick-red.

Quite unlike the rest of him, the skin on his face is unmarked - pale with a faint hue of olive. He’s always looked like his mother, or what he remembers of her, at least, years before the drugs took their toll. Hollowed cheeks, almond-shaped eyes with irises the color of obsidian, an overall unremarkable nose, and plush, cupid’s bow lips that have earned him many compliments from his clients. His mouth… yes, what was he forgetting? Almost involuntarily, his hand comes up to touch his bloodied lip, fingers coming away daubed with red.

Without thinking, he shambles over to the kitchen sink, turns on the tap, and makes to scrub his face clean. Almost immediately, he feels a sizzle of pain around the cut on his lip, drops of red swirling down the drain. He doesn’t, however, react beyond a muted hiss, pressing a damp hand to the side of his neck before turning off the water.

Then, all of the sudden, it’s too quiet. No sooner did he take a step towards the bathroom that he heard Skav’s voice coming from around the corner. Blue picks up the pace, feet stomping through the apartment, but he isn’t about to let Skav bleed out on the bathroom floor. The door is unlocked, and he steps through the threshold to see Skav, crouched against the sink.

[color=bf00ff]“...For fuck’s sake,”[/color] Blue sighs, flicking on the light, revealing the terrible, sleepless bruises under his eyes. Dropping to his knees in front of the other, he eyes the purple-red bruise that was starting to bloom across the bridge of their nose. Bony fingers reach up brush against Skav’s jaw to turn their head, eyes narrowing with an almost metallic focus. The cartilage is slightly askew, but as long as they didn’t go getting punched in the face again, that was nothing to worry about compared to the still-bleeding gash. They needed to get the wound cleaned out before any nasty shit managed to worm its way inside. [color=bf00ff]“It’s pretty bad, not gonna lie. You got any bandages? Disinfectant?”[/color]