[center][color=fff200][h3]Wafer D. Kite - After the battle! Mending wounds?[/h3][/color]
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It would have been a grievous understatement to say that Kite was a little upset about the fact that he'd been unable to help secure a win for the crew. Even so, he'd managed something on the old geezer hadn't he. And the larger man, for all his boasts and power, had failed to crush the one thing that mattered, Kite's resolve. Even so, he did feel a certain amount of embarrassment having to be carried off the field. And so as he was placed down, he sighed. [color=fff200]"Thank you,"[/color] he spoke softly as Hachirou left him with his crew in the stands. He could do little more than sit there and watch the rest of the games. He could barely move his arms too, but barely was better than not at all at least. 

[color=fff200]"Captain,"[/color] Kite began softly as he winced in pain when Feya began to tend to his wounds. Her words were kind, and he knew it, but it was still something he'd needed to here. [color=fff200]"Permission to have a bowl of the food that Runch provided?"[/color] He asked as Feya called out to Lily who'd be competing next. It was amusing really, until she got a little more rough. He groaned and winced, sucking his teeth. [color=fff200]"F-Feya..."[/color] He said weakly, but he felt a sharp pain.

[color=deepskyblue]"Spirit? My spirit is so jacked it has freaking biceps."[/color]

He gasped. [color=fff200]"Trust me, Feya..."[/color] He laughed a bit, though it was broken up and clearly painful. [color=fff200]"Nobody that actually matters here could even imply that your spirit is weak."[/color] He said choosing to joke a bit to get her to lighten up on his wounds.