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[jianhuo]

Pot did absolutely nothing as a painkiller for stomach aches-- no one had bothered to tell her this, though.

Daddy? Avoid the redhead today.

Tris, however, is her new best friend as she discovers the wonders Motrin can perform on...

Well. It was helping, no matter what the problem was. Oh, Tris had given her a name - TB salpingitis - that

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[sin_in_blue]

"Hey, Red," low, husky voice aimed over her shoulder. Brush of darker red curls across the side of her head.

"Readin' anythin' interestin'?"

[jianhuo]

"Mmmm." The book is tilted, just slightly. The Chinese characters won't be at all intelligible to the other redhead, but the detailed illustration beneath it should do nicely.

"More or less."

[sin_in_blue]

"Hmm." Beath hot across the side of her cheek.

"I really should ask you to teach me to read Mandarin as well as speak, huh?"

[jianhuo]

"Ugh, I'd rather you didn't," says the irritated redhead, wrinkling her nose as she sets the book on her knees to look up at Delia. "Speaking is hard enough - teaching someone all three-thousand characters is a job for Biff, not me."

[sin_in_blue]

"Three. . . thousand."

Delia blinks, and sets herself down on the step next to Natalie.

"Want me to piss off, pet?"

[jianhuo]

"When it comes to teaching you to read, yes," she replies, and eyes the other woman when she sits down - surprised, almost. "At the moment? Not particularly.

"Why?"

[sin_in_blue]

"Nothin', you just looked a mite pissed, is all."

Delia grins, stretching the bruised side of her face - it's blossoming a sickly purplish yellow, now.

"Glad to see you're not."

[jianhuo]

...So it is. Hello, bruise. You're going to be eyed for a few moments.

"You should know by now, this is my default expression. I'm fine. Drugged up, even." But the book is set aside, down on the steps, and she frowns a little as she reaches for the other woman's face, fingertips light on her chin.

"Saw some action, did you?"

[sin_in_blue]

"Damned Magog," even as she turns a little so the other woman can see the bruise, which comes complete with matching split (and stitched) eyebrow, and not-quite split lip.

"One of them caught me a pretty crack."

[jianhuo]

"Mmm." Her fingers linger, but are gone a moment later. Leaning over her knees, the redhead smirks, fingers drawing into her hair as she looks at Delia. "Least it'll heal. Hundan sliced me up last time, left a scar."

It took her a MONTH to figure out how to cover it properly with just make-up.

[sin_in_blue]

"My scars are all places don't show," almost-serious.

"Oh yeah? Did you get him good?"

[jianhuo]

There is more smirking. "Same, but we don't happen to have a plastic surgeon with us at the moment, so I'll have to wait for this one." In the dimming light of late afternoon, it's just barely noticeable - clawmarks from her left temple, dug almost vertically down to brush the left corner of her upper lip.

"Took his head right off, pretty sure." A slight shrug and she looks away. "It was a big fight - they kinda blur."

[sin_in_blue]

She nods.

Then, because she is that curious cat, "what the hell was it? Don't look like a human could'a done that."

[jianhuo]

"Magog." Duh, Delia. What other evil things with claws are out here? But she's smirking, so it's more poking fun than being a bitch.

"Not the kind that puff into ash, the way I hear you folk had, but fun enough all on his own."

[sin_in_blue]

"Wasn't sure it'd happened after you were here," reasonably. But she's got a little half smile says she don't mind so much.

"So long as he's dead and you ain't, sounds good to me."

[jianhuo]

"If it was outside of this place, I'd've had it grafted over," she replies with a slight shrug, but isn't too bothered by it now.

Who did she need to fool here? And who did she need to lay she wasn't already?

"Good and dead, either way."