[he turns the tap by touch, testing the water until it's lukewarm, then fills the cup with it. with a little groping, he manages to locate the salt, and dumps a sizeable amount of it into the water, swirling it, waiting for the salt to dilute in.
As he swirls, he purses his lips, winces, and drops his face to neutral again. it's got to hurt—the bruise is already showing, a stretching, angry coloration up his jawline.
he swirls in silence—or that's what you'd expect. Instead, he offers:]
[ Isaac just ... watches him fumble, not helping further unless asked since Asch would probably swat him away. He may be smiling a little at the end, which he's glad Asch can't see. ]
I know. Good thinking.
[ ... there is something sort of ... he's not sure, about watching Asch's face bloom with bruises just like his did a week or so ago.
[Yes, yes. He takes another swig of the saltwater, swishing it around in his mouth before spitting it out again. Running a finger inside his mouth, he winces minusculely at the rawness. His head was pounding, mouth and tongue bleeding, and the rest of his body was a big bruise.
What a mess. It had been a near thing with Ash's suckerpunch, the blacks and colors fazing together as he dropped. Only experience had trained him how to recover—and how not to black out.
Abandoning the glass (and the sink), he finally makes his way back to the table. Slowly. He definitely isn't saying shit about any of this to Isaac.
Oh come on, that's not the point and you know it! Literally anyone else would have seen a doctor for this already! Do you have any idea how completely impossible you are?!
[He gives Isaac (or at least, the general direction of Isaac's voice) a sour look, as if he just ate a bug that flew into his mouth—and resumes eating honey.]
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I'm fine.
[he turns the tap by touch, testing the water until it's lukewarm, then fills the cup with it. with a little groping, he manages to locate the salt, and dumps a sizeable amount of it into the water, swirling it, waiting for the salt to dilute in.
As he swirls, he purses his lips, winces, and drops his face to neutral again. it's got to hurt—the bruise is already showing, a stretching, angry coloration up his jawline.
he swirls in silence—or that's what you'd expect. Instead, he offers:]
Salt disinfects.
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I know. Good thinking.
[ ... there is something sort of ... he's not sure, about watching Asch's face bloom with bruises just like his did a week or so ago.
... sigh. ]
Someday, dude, someone is gonna kick your ass.
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[It's not immediate, but there's not much pause. It's the same tone as his other statements, no extra emotion.
He takes a swig of the water, and gargles, then spits it into the sink.
It's still pretty red.]
I'm losing too much blood.
[With the exact same intonation.]
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[ Now Isaac goes over to him again, visibly worried. ]
Jesus, I--we need to find Luna! You need to put something on that-- grr, hang on--
[ he goes and GETS A FUCKING KNIFE
and
SLICES INTO RIBBONS the dish towel he's got
well not completely he just cuts a few pieces off it
were there scissors somewhere in here? who knows he doesn't care
One of these pieces he gives to Asch. ]
Try to staunch the bleeding--and come on!
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[He says, and spits more bloody saliva in the sink.]
You saw Luna. How did she look after the trial.
[He already knows. You don't have to have eyes to hear the pain in someone's voice.]
Do you think she's in any state to help others at the moment? I can take care of this myself.
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[ ... ]
... and I know she probably wouldn't forgive herself if she could help someone and wasn't able to. Are you sure?
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[??? what does he know]
And how would she feel if she wasn't able to help? I'm sure.
[...]
I just need to eat something.
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Fine. We'll get you something to eat, but if you get lightheaded or the bleeding doesn't stop, we're going. Got it? Now what do you want?
[ He's already going to go like, get food. Asch should rest!!!! ]
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What a mess. It had been a near thing with Ash's suckerpunch, the blacks and colors fazing together as he dropped. Only experience had trained him how to recover—and how not to black out.
Abandoning the glass (and the sink), he finally makes his way back to the table. Slowly. He definitely isn't saying shit about any of this to Isaac.
What the fuck kind of snack did he want.]
No fruit. Nothing too hard.
[hm]
Honey. Soft cheese, if there is any.
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[ Soft foods, soft foods... he manages to find honey pretty quickly, at least! This he'll bring over right away. ]
Here... did you want it with, like, tea or something? [ off he goes for Cheese ]
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he listens to Isaac going off, and just
spoons a whole spoon of honey into his mouth.
nom.]
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just in time to turn back around and see asch eat a whole spoonful of honey. ]
Dude.
[ he'll come over with the cheese (it's brie!) and just kind of give him a "what are you doing you weird gremlin" look. ]
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Antibacterial.
[HE SHOULDN'T NEED MORE EXPLANATION RIGHT? RIGHT!!! GO AWAY!!!
he eats another spoonful on purpose, just to establish dominance. standard adult stuff, you understand.]
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I didn't say anything! If it helps, it helps. [ he was totally judging ]
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It helps.
[...
he
can't remember what side Isaac put the cheese on
so he reaches out
on the wrong side.
And swaps immediately, like he definitely didn't do that.]
Tch.
[WHO IS THAT AT? YOURSELF???]
1/2
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Is the bleeding slowing down at all?
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[STILL HURTS LIKE HELL, BUT........ WHATEVER..........
His fingers nudge the cheese, and it's like nothing ever happened.
He takes a nibble out of the wedge, like a gross cheese goblin.
And nods at Isaac's general direction. Good job, kiddo.]
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Well, good. At least now we won't have to bother Luna.
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[stubborn.........
he takes another bite of the cheese
and a
scoop of honey
ah, the good life.]
Not every little cut and scrape needs a doctor's attention.
[YOU LOOK LIKE SHIT THOUGH? YOU COULD GO ONCE????]
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[FIRST, YOU CAN'T SEE, SO HOW COULD YOU KNOW, SECOND, THINK ABOUT THAT STATEMENT VERY CAREFULLY
anyway
he looks pleased at his pooh-poohing of the medical tradition.
he told u he wuz hardkore.]
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