[It isn't until he hears the last strum of that guitar, Manolo's voice trailing off that he opens his eyes again, like he'd just woken up from a well deserved nap. Hell, he even felt a little more refreshed after that little piece, shoulders no longer having that dull ache from the lamppost that seemed to be knotting his shoulderblades, the cuts from the glass shards merely scratches now.
And as for the bruising on his stomach?
He lifts up that shirt again, peering over it to get a better look at--]
Action;
And as for the bruising on his stomach?
He lifts up that shirt again, peering over it to get a better look at--]
It's gone!!