martin-sorvat.livejournal.com[There's really no words to describe just how soar and tired he and his body both are. Everything from the waist up is... a war zone. His arms, chest, neck, completely covered in scratches and teeth marks so deep the scaring probably won't go away easily, and not even gonna mention that special carved symbol on his chest... Let's just say his entire upper body except his face and hands is wrapped in bandages right now, wrists to his whole neck, and he's even got a long sleeve shirt on under his school jacket instead of a short sleeved one.]
[He walks through the halls with a rather slouched posture, very different from his usual cocky one and he occasionally seems to stop and flinch, holding a hand by his torso, near where his broken rib is, only to suck it up and continue going, holding his bag under one of his arms, not using the strap right now because dear god that would hurt.]
[More hall wondering, and eventually he makes it to the quad and sits down with a sigh, opening his laptop and taking out one of his text books.]
[BBS]
aIGHT,
uHHH,
hOW LONG DOES IT TAKE BONES TO HEAL,
[OOC: Feel free to bug him at any point in time during this, hallway to bench~]