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[devils_dandy]

Lalala Placeholder for hot vampire sex, or you know, maybe not.

Yea generic bar!room/bathroom! Bed, table, chair, blah!

Opens door for teh sleepy jedi chick, yo.
"Make yourself comfortable, and all that Jazz." Huzzah for placeholders and slang.

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[jaded_jedi]

Mara wanders into the room, and sits on the chair, not going to the bed. Somewhere from bar to room, brain kicked on and she wondered how smart this was...

Yet her earlier conversation with Valentine made her feel a lot better...maybe Valentine used crazy-empath powers to calm her blood-loss frenzy down.

Anywho. Hot Female Jedi Master with bloody arm sitting on Montparnasse's chair as she dazedly eyes the bed.

What's he going to do about it?

[devils_dandy]

He watches her with concern. And other emotions. But concern is the one he's allowing to show just now.

"There is a restroom, there" He gestures toward the other door. "If you wish to clean the cut, or if you would like help bandaging it." He cocks his head to one side. "Also, I can disappear for a minute if you wish to get more comfortable." Look, he's being polite.

[jaded_jedi]

"Nah, I'll just..." she shrugs carefully out of her jacket. "I'd appreciate the help with the bandage though."

Almost as an afterthought, she kicks off her boots too. She still looks rather uncomfortable, but what else can she do? Silly girl doesn't carry pj's around.

That'd just be...odd.

[devils_dandy]

Well, when you're planning to have hot vam- Oh wait, planning...

"Don't be silly. I'm sure I have shirts, at least, that would be more comfortable." Some random t-shirts that bar gave him. Not just the frilly lacy ones. As nice as they are...

And, in fact, he locates one and tosses it to her before reaching for the spare gauze and gesturing toward the sink. Conveniently, tape for the guaze and bandaging, is waiting for them. How does bar do it?

[jaded_jedi]

Mara takes the shirt and stands, covering a yawn with her hand. She walks to the sink, and leans on it, setting the shirt on the toilet. She carefully unwraps the makeshift bandage Valentine had made for her somewhere in between all this stuff, with her skirt.

She hisses softly. Hurts. She turns on the sink and very, very carefully starts to clean it.

[devils_dandy]

Montparnasse squeezes her shoulder gently, comfortingly and waits until the cut is clean. He then assists in rewrapping it with more gauze, and bandages. Once it's secured, he steps out of the room to give her whatever time she needs.

[jaded_jedi]

She closes the bathroom door behind his retreating back, and quickly dresses in the shirt. It's (thankfully) long enough to skim her mid-thigh. She takes her hair out of the elastic it's in, and shakes it out, before glancing at herself in the mirror.

"Ugh." She looks...dead. Circles around eyes, pale skin. Pauvre Mara.

She opens the door again, and leans against the doorjam, watching Montparnasse for a moment. "Thanks for the shirt.."

[devils_dandy]

Montparnasse cannot exactly fault someone for pale skin, and would probably be offended at her implication that looking dead was a bad thing.

But as he does not know this, he simply smiles. "Of course. It looks better on you anyway." Don't guys shirts always?

He takes a seat in the chair, more or less forcing her to take the bed. It's his way of being generous. Besides, she's the one who's going to be sleeping. And he sighs.

[jaded_jedi]

Mara manages a smirk, even though her cheeks do tinge pink at the compliment.

He can always do that to her. Makes her angry.

She shuffles over to the bed, and sits on the corner of it, fiddling with the hem of the shirt.

Silence...

She sighs too.

[devils_dandy]

"Do you intend to sleep there? Sitting up on the corner of the bed." He shakes his head bemusedly. "There's nothing to worry about." Scouts honour. Because can't you just see him helping an old lady across the street? Or *Cough* into bed.

He stares at the floor for a few moments before he speaks again. "I'm really beginning to hate doctors." He says finally. Ostensibly light heartedly, but not quite.

[jaded_jedi]

Ew. Montparnasse and old ladies?

Mara scoots back on the bed, slowly, till just her feet hang off. "That was...random. Why do hate them?"

[devils_dandy]

Old. Like Forty. Yes.

He chuckles at her relocation. Much better.

"Because they have spoken with Illyria." He replies, as if this should have been obvious.

[jaded_jedi]

Forty year olds don't need help crossing the street.

"Oh. That would be an interesting conversation. And now they're coming after you and want to dissect your brain, yes?" Mara smirks softly, trying to lighten the topic slightly. "Well in that case, I can lend her Cilghal. Great brain dissector."

[devils_dandy]

Or into bed either, presumably. But if the cut were on their leg, rather than arm?

"Something like that. Or at least to accuse me and threaten me for things I've already admitted to. Things I've already discovered that I regret."

He smirks though. Refusing to let it bother him too much. "But if they did disect my brain, I'd be curious to see what they found." It would probably just comfirm their suspicions about love.

[jaded_jedi]

Hmm. Well that's an exception then.

"Well that's stupid. They shouldn't be doing that. In fact, Illyria shouldn't even be talking to anyone else about this, if she's spreading it around. I mean you told me, but it's not like I'm running to everyone I know and saying 'Oh my gods, let me tell you what Montparnasse did!'" Mara scowls. And crosses her arms.

She quickly uncrosses them, as her shirt (his shirt) rode up when she did that.

"Brain play would not be something I'd like to go through." Mara feels sick to her stomach. It's something she subjected people to. Like her son. And niece.

[devils_dandy]

He stands and paces a bit, because he feels the same way, but he knows he shouldn't.

"Well, if talking helps her as well, I cannot begrudge her the chance to do so. And I cannot truly blame them for disparaging me about it. It just- still hurts." No Montparnasse. Just forgetting it happend really isn't going to work.