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]

[In this state of vulnerability, it was a good thing Chidori exercised caution. He whipped his head around at the sound, narrowing his eyes at the intruder of his peace and solitude, though he was not surprised. It was expected to find curious explorers when new floors suddenly appeared.

He straightened his back, and treated her like she was visitor expecting an audience with the Grand Highblood. With a vague motion of his hand, he gestured towards her and tilted his head curiously. Her hair...was so...red. This girl...yes, he remembered now. The human girl with hair that matched her blood.]

You all motherfucking need something?

[floreatnoctem]

Not in particular.

[She did dare to step closer, coming to a stop just in front of him and daring to settle neatly just across from him. Sharp eyes were already cataloging the injuries she could see, and she pursed her lips a little thoughtfully. Not as bad off as Dualscar had been, when they'd met, but still not exactly what she'd call 'good'.

Did adult trolls have some sort of issue with going to the infirmary and getting themselves looked at? Honestly.]

...you are injured?

[Best to make it seem like an inquiry than an observation- it might be an issue of pride, for all she knew.]

[grandhighblood]

[Slowly, he started to relax his gaze, seeing as she was pretty much doing nothing. She had just disrupted his calm, that's all. He had no reason to worry, if he had been worried at all. At her inquiry, he looked down at his injuries, shrugging them off like it was no big deal.

Seriously, to him, it wasn't. He'd dealt with worse. He was mostly tired, but at the same time, he didn't really want to sleep. Then he scoffed before answering:]

Hardly. Shit's just wriggler games. Scratches and bruises. They heal motherfucking quick-like, you know?