we need some downtime

[grandhighblood]

Characters: the grand highblood
Setting: that weird spring forever floor
Format: don't care
Summary: he is bleeding a little but he's pretty beat up from that fight, and worn out. being a big target is tough work, ok??? he's been wandering around the new floors and found himself sitting out in the middle of the grassy field. oh god do you want to approach him? he looks surprisingly peaceful???
Warnings: the grand highblood

[ it's really bright on this floor, but he found himself adjusting to it somewhat. it definitely wasn't anything as strong as Alternia's sun. he's sore, scratched up, bruised and plain old tired, so he's sitting in the middle of a grassy field, surrounded by delicate yellow and purple flowers.

a very bizarre scene indeed.

he's just resting up, trying to regain some strength. ]

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[grandhighblood]

[The sound makes him grin quite fondly at her as he continues to swivel his finger lazily into the wound, widening it. He's only met a couple others that boggled his mind a little, but was defeated by ONE of them so far. It's not something he's proud to admit so he doesn't mention it. Not that it's really that important here, anyway!

His ears perk at at the little tidbit of information.]

Now isn't that all a motherfucking wicked miracle that I ever did hear. How fast, motherfucker? [He plunges the entire finger into the wound, which makes a sick spurting noise.] Tomorrow? The motherfucking night after that? [He punctuates the word by pulling his finger free then splaying his enormous hand across her chest, another talon hooking and clawing at the bony sternum.] Present to me a motherfucking approximation.

[madscientits]

[She wrenched her eyes shut, biting down on her bottom lip until it bled. She knew people like this wanted some kind of reward for causing people pain - hell, she was barely three degrees of separation from being that kind of person - so she was going to keep herself quiet for as long as possible. But she couldn't quite help an airy gasp as he pulled his finger free.]

A week? Maybe a little less. Depends on how much rest I get.

[grandhighblood]

Hnnnn, not motherfucking bad. [He idly traces a burning hot circle in the center of her chest, paying more attention to his work rather than the conversation now. His attention span being divided and all!]

Guess I'll just have to motherfucking come on back and check on your progress later. [Then he cackles loudly, like he saw something funny on Stein's person. But he just pulls his claw back for a minute, tilts his head to admire his handiwork, then sharply swings his hand across her stomach, couple of claws scratching into her skin. Blood springs from the shallow cut, and his work is done.

:o) ]