It's her voice that does it, he's got tears in his eyes now and he hates it. He shies away from her touch, finally pulling abruptly from both girls grasps.
"Just... Please, no. You shouldn't have to."
He turns, finally giving Svava the full view of his back, and grabs his jacket and waistcoat from the branch they had been deposited earlier.
With a muttered apology, he makes his escape, hurriedly pulling his crumpled and bloodstained shirt back on as he goes.
Patrons of the bar might notice a rather upset, half-dressed sailor storming through the bar in a few moments, but probably not. He's heading towards his room (http://www.livejournal.com/users/prone_to_panic/2107.html).
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"Just... Please, no. You shouldn't have to."
He turns, finally giving Svava the full view of his back, and grabs his jacket and waistcoat from the branch they had been deposited earlier.
With a muttered apology, he makes his escape, hurriedly pulling his crumpled and bloodstained shirt back on as he goes.
Patrons of the bar might notice a rather upset, half-dressed sailor storming through the bar in a few moments, but probably not. He's heading towards his room (http://www.livejournal.com/users/prone_to_panic/2107.html).