Shukketsu-Sakura

"Ow." "Don't move." "Good god, OW!" "I said quit movin'!" "It HURTS". "Then don't turn that way." "I can't see you otherwise." "You don't need to see me," Worth was not a patient man. He never had been, and never will be. But what wore his patience most was a short, loud, bespectacled redhead named Hanna Falk Cross. He adjusted the unfiltered cigarette in his lips so that it pointed away from the young man, and kept his focus as well as he could. The redhead made a face between pouting and disgust, and settled for lying flat on his stomach with his cheek pressed to the table; he hissed. "You're horrible." "Only toward you," In and ba