( there's a bad moon on the rise )

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[ It hadn't been their easiest job, that was for sure. Not the hardest by a long shot, didn't require more than just the two of them, but they'd both wound up a little worse for wear. Meant they'd be out of commission for at least a week or two, but Percy didn't mind the break. They'd been hitting the ground hard all summer, and some recoup time was needed, both to heal up their bodies, and to give their heads a break. He knew that if he spent too much time hunting, he lost track of everything else outside of it.

He finishes up a call with his mom, phone pressed between shoulder and ear, both hands occupied with pressing a bandage above his hip (unsuccessfully). Wendigos were nasty fuckers, and they hadn't run into them before -- new experience, trial and error. They'd killed the small pack of them in the end, but the fight wasn't kind to the hunters either.

Only when he finally hangs up with Sally does he wander from the bathroom back out to the bedroom of the room they're staying in, nicer than what they usually get, as though a reward for the fact they've been hauling ass for the last two months. ]

Little help?

[ Percy holds up a large square of gauze in one hand, medical tape in the other. He's already stuffed his phone into the pocket of his jeans, pulled off his shirt, wound clean. Just a matter of placing the bandage, it's just- awkwardly placed on his side and not at all an excuse to get Clarisse to get up in his space. ]