[See: mild-mannered man. See mild-mannered man, clutching his face as blood starts to stream out of the gash across his nose. See mild-mannered man suddenly become quite the opposite of mild-mannered - he's unleashing a stream of vulgarities that would make someone's ears curl. He turns his gaze around the room, almost hyperventilating from sheer anger.]
This bloody-! What the hell did this, who's the little twit that did this?!! I'm going to make them swallow down and choke on some glass if I have anything to say about it-!
[He looks quite unhinged. He leans against one of the walls, wincing in pain as he tries to stem the bleeding with shuddering fingers.]
twenty minutes later (nice side alfendi)
[Well, now Alfendi is back to his regular self, looking more collected even though he's a bit sickly in appearance. He's pulled off his white coat not to stain it as he sits against the wall, long gangly legs crossed over each other as he looks over everyone dealing with their wounds. His own wound isn't bleeding anymore, but it's quite noticeable, crossing from his right cheek over the bridge of his nose.]
[He smiles at whoever is nearby, his tone surprisingly gentle:]
Well, at least the room is open. I'd say we'd made some progress today.
post glass break
What the-!?
[See: mild-mannered man. See mild-mannered man, clutching his face as blood starts to stream out of the gash across his nose. See mild-mannered man suddenly become quite the opposite of mild-mannered - he's unleashing a stream of vulgarities that would make someone's ears curl. He turns his gaze around the room, almost hyperventilating from sheer anger.]
This bloody-! What the hell did this, who's the little twit that did this?!! I'm going to make them swallow down and choke on some glass if I have anything to say about it-!
[He looks quite unhinged. He leans against one of the walls, wincing in pain as he tries to stem the bleeding with shuddering fingers.]
twenty minutes later (nice side alfendi)
[Well, now Alfendi is back to his regular self, looking more collected even though he's a bit sickly in appearance. He's pulled off his white coat not to stain it as he sits against the wall, long gangly legs crossed over each other as he looks over everyone dealing with their wounds. His own wound isn't bleeding anymore, but it's quite noticeable, crossing from his right cheek over the bridge of his nose.]
[He smiles at whoever is nearby, his tone surprisingly gentle:]
Well, at least the room is open. I'd say we'd made some progress today.