 Wowza!
The problem was that his ego as bruising along with his face, possibly at a much faster speed. Levi leaned against the fence, hand still massaging his face, and left out a sigh. There was, for sure, something to be said about life always finding a way to say, hey! I'm still here! Don't forget me, or ELSE!
"I'm fine." He was. He could not taste any blood and a quick prod of his own molars with his tongue told him everything was firmly in place, still. Probably because the jar was only made of plastic. "I'm fine." He repeated, mostly to himself.
Noelle was, of course, seemingly having some kind of field day at his expense. He rolled his eyes. Levi moved, going for the essence of murtlap and slapping some over his face without much care, and so, he winced, visibly.
"You are mean," He informed her, relatively candidly, screwing the lid on the jar. "But it's refreshing so I'm okay with it." He held the jar close to his chest, grinned. "I'll accept your paste as payment for my services and for laughing at me."
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