Genii groaned and crawled out of the pile of rubbish and trash cans, looking dirty and bruised and bloody in a few places, but his ego hurt the most.
Callan dropped in with a thud, darkening the narrow alley until he folded his wings away. He pointed a scolding finger Gen's way as if about to break into a rant, but he was out of breath and had a stitch, so needed a minute to walk it off.
"You shouldn't have followed me." Genii got in there first, once he was on his feet. He had a gash on his head and arm, the latter he casually tried to covered up with his hand.