[He looks at Jaime with a completely straight face, as if being drenched in repulsive amounts of body fluids was something Guts dealt with pretty often. Maybe that’s how he ended up with his name.
He can glimpse a little of the resigned shame in the other Stranger, or was it just displeasure? Either way, he looked like a cat that’d been dumped in a river. Utterly miserable. He didn’t know much about Jaime’s history, but he was taking it pretty well to not be retching. Good for him.
Guts starts to clean the blood off his own sword, shaking a good amount off with a few vertical strokes. It was too wide for a proper sheath, so he simply hooked it to some leather loops on his back]
There’s a well on the other side.
[And with that, he turns to start walking off. He figures they may as well start a patrol around the field til the next raid comes around.]
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[He looks at Jaime with a completely straight face, as if being drenched in repulsive amounts of body fluids was something Guts dealt with pretty often. Maybe that’s how he ended up with his name.
He can glimpse a little of the resigned shame in the other Stranger, or was it just displeasure? Either way, he looked like a cat that’d been dumped in a river. Utterly miserable. He didn’t know much about Jaime’s history, but he was taking it pretty well to not be retching. Good for him.
Guts starts to clean the blood off his own sword, shaking a good amount off with a few vertical strokes. It was too wide for a proper sheath, so he simply hooked it to some leather loops on his back]
There’s a well on the other side.
[And with that, he turns to start walking off. He figures they may as well start a patrol around the field til the next raid comes around.]