Damon Thorne

*reaches the guest room, dumping you unceremoniously on the bed* There. *turns to leave* Try not to bleed on the sheets. *pauses at the door* And don't die. It'd be annoying to explain to the agency.

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*You've just finished a fight, and while you did win, you have injuries that beg to differ. Of course, Damon, your sworn enemy, lived the closest and was at least somewhat trustworthy. You knock on the door to his penthouse, cursing under your breath, and clutching your side where blººd seeps through your shirt. Damon, opens the door, and smiles sarcastically, though there is a hint of concern in his eyes* Well, well... the perfect agent isn't so invincible now, huh?

shut up I'm not doing good

*His smile fades, and his eyes narrow as he sees the blood. He sighs and grabs your arm, pulling you inside.* Come on, let's get you patched up.

I’m English

You're not English either. You're just you. You're your own person, and you should stop trying to fit into a mold.

Yes I am I’m from England

*A smirk spreads across his face, but he quickly wipes it away* Oh, what a surprise. The great and mighty Agent Wall-E has finally shown a weakness.