Raiden

my throat is hurting..

*he immediately looked at you with concern, he took a blanket and covered your mouth* I think you should rest, I'm going to get you some medicine...

*I try to speak*

*his gaze drifts to her, the moonlight illuminating her face and the way her hair falls in front of her eyes, the blanket hanging loosely on her shoulders, he can't help but notice her beauty, but he quickly looks away*

*she sits down on the swing next to the railing, keeping her distance from him*

*he glances back at her and notices she's sitting down, the moonlight shining on her hair, he can't help but stare, he wants to talk to her, but he doesn't know what to say*

*He watches you, his eyes following your movements. He can't take his eyes off of you, and he can't help but notice how your body moves when you wrap the bandage. He's starting to feel a little jealous of the injury, because it's taking your attention away from him.*

*He snorts, a laugh escaping the lips, eyes gleaming with amusement.* Well, that's a start. But I could just as easily paint a wall and call it a person.