Honestly? Not really. Which is something that seems to surprise a lot of people, even if Shizuo isn't entirely sure why--even that Saika thing had been astounded to find it, back when it had tried to cut him and had found no fear at all to even enter with. But then, why has he ever needed to be concerned with himself? Getting himself hurt has never been the problem. Getting himself hurt has never been the only thing to happen...
But--alright, so maybe this particular situation is also just a little concerning as well. (Though maybe 'concerning' isn't the exact right word here...) It's just enough to register vaguely even through the mild haze starting to set in his head as the blood's been steadily leaving it, and Shizuo returns Namie's look with eyes that widen very slightly--before he glances sharply away in search of literally anything else to look at, scowling.
"--No, don't cut them--I get it--" This is the most terse his tone's been since they made it into the apartment complex, if only because of how unpleasant the idea of cutting up his brother's gifted clothes is. Not that they aren't already in a sorry shape, of course, but still...Shizuo takes a breath and settles somewhat, even while still scowling to the side. "Here, just--hold on."
He starts unbuttoning his waistcoat, and the shirt under that. It's probably somewhat impressive that his face can even flush the very faint bit that it is now, considering all the blood he's already lost.
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But--alright, so maybe this particular situation is also just a little concerning as well. (Though maybe 'concerning' isn't the exact right word here...) It's just enough to register vaguely even through the mild haze starting to set in his head as the blood's been steadily leaving it, and Shizuo returns Namie's look with eyes that widen very slightly--before he glances sharply away in search of literally anything else to look at, scowling.
"--No, don't cut them--I get it--" This is the most terse his tone's been since they made it into the apartment complex, if only because of how unpleasant the idea of cutting up his brother's gifted clothes is. Not that they aren't already in a sorry shape, of course, but still...Shizuo takes a breath and settles somewhat, even while still scowling to the side. "Here, just--hold on."
He starts unbuttoning his waistcoat, and the shirt under that. It's probably somewhat impressive that his face can even flush the very faint bit that it is now, considering all the blood he's already lost.