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[postocular]

[ He feels bad when he does pull away, hearing that sigh. Coil hadn't wanted to, and he had anyway because Carl had asked.

He repeats the signs, moving his hands a bit slower.

'You could tell a cool story about it. Like a fight with a w-e-r-e-w-o-l-f.' ]

[mortalcoil]

[It hadn't exactly been easy to do, but Coil could have said no, and he's not exactly the type to do things just because someone asks. It'd seemed important somehow, though he wouldn't have been able to explain why.

Either way, he's recovering quickly. He wads the wrap up into one hand, silently committing to leaving it off for a little while. And at Carl's suggestion, he scoffs a breath through his nose.

"Not w-o-l-f--" he signs, not bothering with the whole word, "--but monster. I lost the fight." He doesn't know what's so cool about that.]

[postocular]

[ Oh.. oh. It goes to show he doesn't know much about Coil's world, either. A monster had done that, but.. He's got an argument for that.

'Didn't lose. Still here'. ]

[mortalcoil]

[He hadn't been intending on saying anything about it, but... well, they were sharing about themselves, right? And it's not like Carl is one of those people who needs to be protected from the unpleasant, hard-to-deal-with things in life.

Trying not to give it more weight than it needs, he neatly signs, "sister isn't."

He's pretty sure he doesn't need to elaborate beyond that.]