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Characters: The Handmaid and you!
Setting: Initially the floor with the pool, but somewhere else after that.
Format: Action to start, but I'll match!
Summary: Brooding and stuff!
Warnings: Ummm she's probably going to try to pick a fight with everyone...


[When the Handmaid doesn't feel like thinking, she defaults to what's expected of her: That is, violence. So she's been roaming the Tower the past few days, fighting whatever monsters (or residents) she comes across. Of course, immortal doesn't mean invulnerable, so she's retreated to the spring room, which seems to be the most consistently peaceful floor, to patch herself up. The grass around her is littered with bandages, but the gash on her arm requires stitches, and she's doing a pretty sloppy job of sewing herself up. Whatever. It'll do, right? It's not like she can bleed out.]

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[WELP]

[Okay so... he is not actually looking for her, and in fact when he first wanders onto this floor, he thinks quite hard about retreating. But he has not been that sort of troll in a good long time, failed revolutionary or no, and he can see she's hurt. Wanders across the grass, kicking some of the bandages out of the way as he stops beside her. There is something like... sadness maybe, regret perhaps, on his face for just a moment before he settles down next to her and offers a hand to take the sewing things from her]

It'll uh... hurt worse if you don't do it right, the first time. [...stating the obvious, but whatever. He knows sewing your own wounds closed sucks most of the time, especially when you can't use both hands for it]

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[The Handmaid feels a very real rush of panic when she sees him. He's exactly the troll she was trying to avoid, after all. But after a moment or two of hesitation she finally drops the supplies into his hand. Maybe he'll just fuss over her a bit and leave and she can go back to avoiding him.]

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[This is pretty much his plan yes lskjdlfj But there's no sign of that for now, just... setting the extra things aside and looking over the job she's done so far. He's uh... not looking at her really, and his movements are... oddly slow, his voice oddly flat when he speaks a moment later]

Would you mind if uh... I. Maybe redid this. [It's so terrible Handmaid, how did you even...]

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[STOP JUDGING HER SHE'S DISTRACTED.]

I don't care.

[uprisings]

[OH... DON'T BE LIKE. GOSH]

[Sighs faintly, and starts pulling these stitches out, being... surprisingly delicate with her. He's actually paying close attention to how she reacts even if it seems like he's just taking them out as quickly as he can]

[entropied]

[She has a pretty high pain tolerance, but she still bites the inside of her cheek. Hopefully he doesn't notice. That would be embarrassing.]

[uprisings]

[...he does, you failed. BUT he's also almost done and figures she wouldn't want him to notice anyway, so he makes no comment as he tosses that bit of used thread off to the side and strings the needle again]

Did you... clean this already...? [NAGS]

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Yes.

[Nope. She didn't bother.]

[uprisings]

[........................]

[Looks up at her finally, and this is about as skeptical an expression as he has managed in awhile now. Tell the truth, Coleta B(]

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[She tries to meet his gaze and be all stoic and stubborn, but... Nope. She can't do it with him.

What is happening to her.]

...No.

[uprisings]

[THE MOST PUT UPON SIGH]

[But okay, back to work. Gonna clean this... which is really... an extra step he wasn't expecting. Oh no, what has he gotten himself into]

It'll get infected, you know. You have to, clean it.

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It's fine.

[Hrrrrng stop giving her feels!!!!]

[uprisings]

[YOU FIRST!!!!]

It's not. [...] This'll sting. [And it will. Doesn't help that he's not going particularly easy on her ffff Starts rubbing at the gash with... alcohol and stuff idek]

[entropied]

[OW??? She bites the inside of her cheek again, though she can't keep herself from flinching. This is why she doesn't do it! She's impervious to permanent damage so she doesn't even need to and it hurts!]

[uprisings]

[WELL HE DOESN'T... KNOW THAT OKAY??? At least he's quick about it? Definitely has enough experience that he knows when it's good enough, and despite being... maybe annoyed, he wouldn't ever actively try to hurt her]

You okay? [Since he's gonna get to stitching this in a second. Probably good to check, even if he doesn't expect her to tell the truth]

[entropied]

Fine.

[It's not terribly painful, anyway. She's dealt with much worse. She just wants him to get it over with so she can go back to brooding.]

[uprisings]

[Well... fights the rising urge to ask her how this happened in the first place...............]

[Succeeds for the moment, returning his attention to fixing her up. Awkward silence go . . .]

[entropied]

[Yuuup she is the queen of awkward silences...]

[uprisings]

[Lord... Okay, shifts uncomfortably, but continues along. He is hella efficient at this, brosis, you should feel happy he's helping!!!!]

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[She is grateful, even if she'll never admit it. She's just going to... Pull bits of grass out of the ground as she waits...]

[uprisings]

[Well that draws his attention, just for a second, and he clears his throat faintly. Right. Resolve failed. Let's do this]

What uh... happened to you?

[entropied]

A monster.

[Did you really think it would be that easy Summoner-chan...]

[uprisings]

[...sobs. He may have been hoping maybe. He should... probably sound disapproving, but he doesn't. Just the same odd, flat tone]

What were you, doing out at night.

[entropied]

[Nope, this is getting to be too much for her.]

Why do you care?

[uprisings]

[hhhhhh because you were really distressed last time and it was his fault and what if this is his fault too and-- Goes kinda still for a second, staring at this half stitched gash...]

[And then he continues stitching again, voice a little softer]

Just curious. I guess.