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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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[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]

[entropied]

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(]

[entropied]

[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.

[entropied]

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!!!!]

[entropied]

[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.

[entropied]

[She was trying to be all tough like she usually is, there, but the way his voice goes soft just makes her feel so much worse. She's just going to stare down at the ground now.]

[uprisings]

[Stays quiet this time, awkward silence or no, not speaking again until he's set the last stitch. His voice is back to that... flat register again? Yay????]

You should uh... be more careful. [...and oh, he was gonna leave now that he's done but. Feelings... suddenly. Oh Handmaid, why do you have to be like this aaaaah]

[entropied]

[She feels like she should apologize or something, but she has no idea why. For being reckless? For getting hurt? For worrying him? She just nods instead, picking at a loose thread on her dress.]

[uprisings]

[Okay there is kind of a long silence here, and he shifts first like he's going to leave, and then like he might... touch her shoulder, before he just... folds back to where he was when he started. HHHHHHH]

Are you, hurt anywhere else...?

[entropied]

[She shakes her head this time, peeking up at him. She wants to ask if he's okay. He definitely didn't seem to be when she left, but she can't bring herself to.]

What are you doing here?

[uprisings]

[She really doesn't need to ask lskjdf There's this kind of dull shine to his eyes like he's been sleeping too much, and he doesn't smile when he meets her eyes for the split second that he does. His shoulders are folded forward, loosely, instead of the straight-backed, confident way they normally are. It's... pretty obvious he is super not okay at all... ahaha]

You were, hurt. [...] I just... wanted to help.