[There used to be a tag around his neck, a way to keep himself -- and anyone else -- safe from whatever horrors wait in that looming stall across the way. But it's gone, given away without a second thought, because the person he'd given it to needed it more. Because it was Luffy, and that was the only option.
So instead, out of -- penance, helpfulness, something -- Koby offers more basic first aid. His robe has seen better days, splattered with blood and dust, but he still steps forward when the newest would-be gladiator stumbles out of the ring, grinning and shirtless and slick with blood. It should be horrifying. It is, on some level.
But, well. It also has Koby clearing his voice, pointing authoritatively towards the nearest bench and responding flatly:] No, I want you to sit down before you pass out. [Helping!]
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So instead, out of -- penance, helpfulness, something -- Koby offers more basic first aid. His robe has seen better days, splattered with blood and dust, but he still steps forward when the newest would-be gladiator stumbles out of the ring, grinning and shirtless and slick with blood. It should be horrifying. It is, on some level.
But, well. It also has Koby clearing his voice, pointing authoritatively towards the nearest bench and responding flatly:] No, I want you to sit down before you pass out. [Helping!]