Sure hope so. [ Hellboy looks down at himself, not liking the sight of the blood dried in various shades of red and black against his deep crimson skin, or the sword wound itself a bright slash across his abdomen. His shorts aren't a pretty sight either. Next to Gilia's elegance, he feels like some wild animal, stained and bruised up.
With a grimace, he hauls himself to his feet. ]
Jeez. I'm gonna go wash up. [ He'll let her decide if she really does want to follow or not. ]
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With a grimace, he hauls himself to his feet. ]
Jeez. I'm gonna go wash up. [ He'll let her decide if she really does want to follow or not. ]