'cuz we can and 'cuz it's fun. duh.

[ girl who has her shirt on still. ]

[ smells like sweat, blood and pomegranate. the battlefield is electric! ]

[ well, that'll have to do. he's squeezed a little closer- poor bastard looks like he needs it. ]

that right? sounds like y' got somethin' real nice there... glad t' hear it. maybe i wouldn't feel so bad breakin' it again.

[ ...she could also help, but. it sounds like they've got a ritual there. ]

'n fuck up that pretty face? i'm a demon, not a monster. jeez.

[ she snickers softly - glancing down at his hands, but she doesn't bother trying to shoo him away. he probably needs it, and... eh, he's nice when it counts. kinda. maybe? ...ehhhh. ]

we'll see, though. i don't like t' fight clean. 💜

... naaaah, i'd remember beatin' the breaks off'a your mug.

[ his abrupt change in nature is... hm. she'd call it welcome, how unlike him it really is, but he doesn't seem like it's coming from any place good. ]

tell y' what, once that heals up, maybe we could make up for lost time?

prolly not. i used to get into fights when i was just healing all the time, and... man, that shit sticks with you. i can't really tell ya not to, but. do it for me, if not for yourself, or for people that care about you.

[ ...he does have people that care for him, right? she hopes so. ]

++ a scar, fresh and sensitive. ]

... y' gonna need to give that a bit. don't lift anything too heavy, don't get stabbed, make sure you stretch gently. i don't THINK it should be able to reopen but i don't want you to find out when i can't fix it. 'kay?

++ the sides of the wound. lightly, of course... but, still. it takes a while; she's out of practice, but but by bit the wound starts to seal. kinda like filling a bucket with sand, if the sand were his own blood, muscle and eventually skin.

it takes a good few minutes, but all that remains is ++

[ both hands come up to his shoulder, one sneaking around his head and kinda cradling him in close. it'd be sweet if he wasn't Like That. ]

kinda like people, and injuries, and gimmicky food items for places that you hate.

[ slowly, green light surrounds hannah's hands, and they press against ++

...think it's a little dated for a girl like me.

[ but, she nods, taking it by the hem and kinda just. not TUGGING but her idea of being nice about it is a lot less sensual and more "just getting it done so they stop hurting". ]

but thas' alright. words come and go, 'n whatever.

[ staring at him like she was just called a slur ]

a. alright man. i think this blood loss shit is serious. you able to get your shirt off or d'you need me to deal with it? don't really wanna fuck your arm up any more than it already is...

/ this is kinda maniac posting but in my head she almost feels like a stoner character that hits you with some incredibly foreboding haunting omen inbetween doing whatever the fuck. like something straight up haunting but its so whatever before and after you just think of it as a quirk

[ she kinda feels, like, actually bad for him. poor guy must've been through it. stepping in close, voice dropping a touch... ]

hey, tell you what. you got a cell phone, yeah? could just get you a couple pics after we get you patched up. 💜
or, like, slide it under the door of your office.

didn't figure. i won't, then. i might needta get close, uh, i ain't healed something this serious in a second... but i won't prod around. no worries. my mama was a nurse, she taught me a thing or two~!

[ usually not about Removing A Knife but. it's fine. it seems easy. ]

... do you want me to?