[His hands sunk straight through the apparition, but as they fell towards the ground, so fell the skin and muscle from Tavros' arm, chunks of it instantly tore from the bone.]
[He didn't have the brainpower for words. Instead, there was a raspy, bitter growl. Rusty gears quickly spinning themselves in his mind, everything in him wanted to chase after the thing and try (in vain) to tear it apart. Logic. Logic, though. He wasn't used to having something to look after, but Tavros was going to lose a lot of blood if something wasn't done quickly.]
ARM.
[Gamzee's coat was on the floor as Meiling headed for the other exit. It was like a damn striptease in the playroom, because his t-shirt soon followed. Spending time with Yukiko in the infirmary, while a drag at the time, would come as a fucking miracle now. Frantically searching for anything remotely stick-like, Gamzee grabbed Tavros' arm, scooping up a ball and paddle from one of the toy piles, using it as a windlass for this makeshift tourniquet. He glanced over when Meiling yelled, knowing full well that whatever it was could come back again, maybe with fucking friends in tow this time. He continued as fast as he could.]
Five motherfuckin' seconds more for a brother, girl.
[With the rolled-up shirt tied just above the elbow, Gamzee's fingers worked frantically to crank the fabric as tight as necessary, looping a final knot into the thing and letting the ball and string hang down, quite comically, from the contraption. It was a tourniquet painfully true to its creator.]
COME ON.
[He'd wasted so much time doing this. Tossing his coat back over his bare torso, Gamzee took Tavros under his arm and began dragging them both through the door on Meiling's heels.]
should add that i tagged before mina cuz she's at work rn UuU*
[He didn't have the brainpower for words. Instead, there was a raspy, bitter growl. Rusty gears quickly spinning themselves in his mind, everything in him wanted to chase after the thing and try (in vain) to tear it apart. Logic. Logic, though. He wasn't used to having something to look after, but Tavros was going to lose a lot of blood if something wasn't done quickly.]
ARM.
[Gamzee's coat was on the floor as Meiling headed for the other exit. It was like a damn striptease in the playroom, because his t-shirt soon followed. Spending time with Yukiko in the infirmary, while a drag at the time, would come as a fucking miracle now. Frantically searching for anything remotely stick-like, Gamzee grabbed Tavros' arm, scooping up a ball and paddle from one of the toy piles, using it as a windlass for this makeshift tourniquet. He glanced over when Meiling yelled, knowing full well that whatever it was could come back again, maybe with fucking friends in tow this time. He continued as fast as he could.]
Five motherfuckin' seconds more for a brother, girl.
[With the rolled-up shirt tied just above the elbow, Gamzee's fingers worked frantically to crank the fabric as tight as necessary, looping a final knot into the thing and letting the ball and string hang down, quite comically, from the contraption. It was a tourniquet painfully true to its creator.]
COME ON.
[He'd wasted so much time doing this. Tossing his coat back over his bare torso, Gamzee took Tavros under his arm and began dragging them both through the door on Meiling's heels.]