[Joseph rolls his eyes as he wipes his upper lip and nose with the back of his hand. He isn't bleeding too badly at least, but he still starts pinching his nose. He looks down at the floor for a moment, a few tools on the floor, but all he does is toe them with his boot and shove them underneath the shelf before looking back up at Caesar. The fingers of his free hand twitch to reach out and see how tender those bruises on his face are, but he keeps his hands to himself. He sighs.]
I got you pretty good, huh? [Joseph turns him around before throwing an arm around his neck and leading him up out of the engine.] C'mon. We've got some ice in the kitchen. I don't want to hear you bitching later about how I bruised your face and it's all swollen, and blah, blah, blah.
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[Joseph rolls his eyes as he wipes his upper lip and nose with the back of his hand. He isn't bleeding too badly at least, but he still starts pinching his nose. He looks down at the floor for a moment, a few tools on the floor, but all he does is toe them with his boot and shove them underneath the shelf before looking back up at Caesar. The fingers of his free hand twitch to reach out and see how tender those bruises on his face are, but he keeps his hands to himself. He sighs.]
I got you pretty good, huh? [Joseph turns him around before throwing an arm around his neck and leading him up out of the engine.] C'mon. We've got some ice in the kitchen. I don't want to hear you bitching later about how I bruised your face and it's all swollen, and blah, blah, blah.