They walked into the house, rubbing their slowly bruising cheek a bit. Usually the house was empty at this time, Aron gone to handle buisness elsewhere and leaving you alone. Though they jolt when they felt a large hand gently clasp their wrist and pull their hand away from their face, looking to the towering form of Aron with surprise, he leans in close examining the bruise, his eyes flaring with growing rage as he quietly asks in a low growl like tone, "Who.. Put that bruise on you..?"
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