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[honorbeforeall]

[Going to get milk has never been so annoying. Or, you know, deadly. She's not sure what hurts more - the fact she nearly got brained by a whole shelf of tinned pineapple or the deep gash that runs across the back of her arm and shoulderblade. Certainly she knows which injury is going to be harder to deal with

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[originaljackass]

[Turns out the wrong people... are already on their way back home. As he passes up Karai, he notes her cuts and tsks at that.]

That doesn't look good at all, Karai. Slip in a puddle? [He doubts it.]

[honorbeforeall]

[...oh hell no. Here she was trying to creep through her window and everything just to avoid this-- why did you have to be out here? ...she's missing one of her swords, too. And her voice is venomous without turning, fumbling to slam the window up.] No.

[originaljackass]

[He just leans up against the building, watching with mild amusement at her sneaking in to her own bedroom.]

You shouldn't go picking fights with your fellow cellmates.

[honorbeforeall]

What I do with my time is no concern of yours. [There. Window open, she doesn't care how ridiculous this looks. Excuse the bloody handprint she leaves on the windowsill as she vaults inside.]

[originaljackass]

[He doesn't follow her inside, but he does rest his arms on the sill and glances at the blood.]

You need any help with that? I've had cuts like that. They're a bitch to treat.

[honorbeforeall]

[Well, here's a problem. She already knows he's right. Couldn't that stupid turtle have stabbed her somewhere easier to reach? D|

...on the other hand, this is Jack. And this involves her taking her shirt off. And letting Jack touch her.

...scuse the silence, having a moment of confusion. Or a moment of FML. Take your pick.]

[originaljackass]

[Hmm. So, does he go for the real win and try to get her shirt off or play for the long term? That's a hard one. He did get to see Saten walking around in absolutely nothing. That and having a big gash on her back makes her a tad unattractive at the moment.

Hell, maybe he'll go for it all.]

I've had to deal with a lot of stuff like that. Even used to do my own stitchings, when I needed it.

[honorbeforeall]

[Really, she hasn't much option. Going to the clinic would have been wise, but she's trying not to advertise this sort of thing. Particularly given her enemies may choose to strike at her when she's vulnerable. (Hell, she would.)]

I doubt it needs stitches. However, your assistance would be appreciated.

[Said in a guarded tone that says she expects you to find a sleazy response to that. Eh. If he touches her inappropriately she'll just cut his hands off at the wrist.]

[originaljackass]

[He smirks at that.]

Great. So should I use the front door or is that only in case of fires?

[honorbeforeall]

You may as well use the window. [You're like...leaning half through it and all.

Meanwhile she'll just start peeling off that vest of hers, leaving the torn black bodysuit beneath.]

[originaljackass]

[Nodding, he quickly climbs through the window and then shuts it behind him. He takes note of the bodysuit, decides he likes it, and then stands behind her to look at the cut.]

Well that don't look accidental. You got any bandages around here?

[honorbeforeall]

There is a first aid kit on the dresser. [Ninja clan leaders apparently come prepared. Stripping off that bodysuit now. She has some lovely bruising across her back, too, but that's hardly serious.]

[originaljackass]

[Dresser, eh? He finds it quickly enough, opens it, and looks it over. Looks like it has what he'll need. Plenty of gauze, some medicinal cream to put on the wound, and so on.]

Yeah, this should do the trick. But maybe we should head to the bathroom. Clean the wound up some.

[honorbeforeall]

[A quick, terse nod, and she moves for the bathroom without further comment, snagging a towel from the rail as she does so to press to her front for some decency.]

[originaljackass]

[Tsk, stupid towel. He sits on one edge of the tub, leaving room for her to do the same. He starts by soaking a rag to begin cleaning it.]

So, mind telling me what happened?

[honorbeforeall]

[Thus far he's kept his manners. The fact that he's helping makes her decide he can have at least part of the truth. Sitting on the edge of that bathtub now.]

I ran into some old friends from my world.