[Excuse you, Ryoji. At this point Sephiroth has the thread looped around the unmoving thumb of his left hand, the needle point rested in his palm while between his right hand and his teeth Sephiroth is pulling the already-heavily bloodied fabric that he's using as a tourniquet around the top of his arm tight again. The blood flow out of his split left forearm is already starting to well up dangerously again, swallowing the stitches he's as yet managed to get done somewhat neatly.
It doesn't help that his right hand keeps fumbling the grip. A muffled protest of what could be a grumble is heard as he finally yanks his head away firmly enough; just as Ryoji's voice is heard across from by the doorway.]
Leave me alone, Ryoji.
[It's a growl, as could be expected. His gaze flicks to the tourniquet to make sure it stays, then to Ryoji once more. Not wanting to even attempt to pick up the needle again with the boy watching him.]
1st April, Infirmary
It doesn't help that his right hand keeps fumbling the grip. A muffled protest of what could be a grumble is heard as he finally yanks his head away firmly enough; just as Ryoji's voice is heard across from by the doorway.]
Leave me alone, Ryoji.
[It's a growl, as could be expected. His gaze flicks to the tourniquet to make sure it stays, then to Ryoji once more. Not wanting to even attempt to pick up the needle again with the boy watching him.]