[Nagisa rolls his eyes a little, shaking his head as he pulls himself up onto one of the big rocks flanking the water. They're constantly wet from the waves lapping up over them, the familiar coolness against his belly a calming thing in comparison to the excitement of the day.]
There's little holes in the walls at the back of that cave. That's where my stuff is. We can go look after you're not bleeding everywhere.
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There's little holes in the walls at the back of that cave. That's where my stuff is. We can go look after you're not bleeding everywhere.