[Mukuro resists the childish urge to make a face at being fretted over. It's not something he's used to, and it makes him intensely uncomfortable. But he's dead tired, and would probably not do a much better job given real materials to work with than he had without them. And really, it wouldn't do to have this body die or infection. So he simply raises an eyebrow, and shrugs, allowing Tsuna to remove the makeshift bandages and concentrating on not wincing when they pull at half-closed wounds.]
You know, most employers would delegate this sort of task.
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You know, most employers would delegate this sort of task.