[Jesper should wait a second for good form, make sure the guard knows they're not aligned and all, but after half a second of trying to listen to the little Kaz voice of reason inside him, he springs off the bed and over to his fallen comrade. He at least has the good sense to keep his voice low as he uses the edge of Jean's own shirt (again, the blood thing, he doesn't want it on his) to dab at the busted lip with a grimace.]
Well, that was educational. My ears are still burning.
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Well, that was educational. My ears are still burning.