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[psychoticracer]

[Erol snickers, then laughs. The sound makes it quite clear that he truly, genuinely enjoys the suffering of others.]

Well, no one's been stupid enough to try THAT for a very long time.

I wasn't keen to listen to other passengers when I first got here, but even I never killed crew.

...

Kage, your Captain wouldn't happen to have given you a

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[farfairersoul]

[This is Razer slanting Erol a Look from the bed. It's not exactly amused, but also not exactly disapproving.

Razer doesn't get his kicks from hearing people he doesn't know in pain. (Being there might make it better.) But regardless of his own preferences, he won't begrudge Erol his public douchebag time.

He will, however, slant him a Look now and then.]

[psychoticracer]

[Erol looks back. For once, he's not actually bored. Don't begrudge him that.]

What?

[farfairersoul]

Laying it on a bit thick, aren't you?

[He's smiling, though. Erol's enjoyment is more than a little infectious.]

You didn't even know the idiot--you can't honestly be so starved for entertainment that this is the best thing you've heard over the network recently.

[psychoticracer]

What can I say, I'm high-maintenance.

[And Kage's good company. Erol would be irritated if the vaunted System failed to catch him.

But yes, his mirth is infectious, isn't it.]

Of the things I've had to do to maintain sanity around here, this is quite mild.

[Leaving his comm aside for the moment, he sidles over to sit near Razer. His eyes glance over the bandages. He won't ask out loud, but the question is there.]

[farfairersoul]

I suppose you have a point. I'm almost jealous, having such an image to uphold, I don't have the opportunity to be quite as boisterous about these things as you...

[Razer's eyes cast downward in time with his counterpart's, and his expression deepens a note or two.]

Hurts like hell to move, still.

You've had worse.

[psychoticracer]

Mmm, that's not the point.

[He reaches for new bandages.]

You'll get the chance. Once we finish the game with Jak you won't have a reason to keep up the facade.

[farfairersoul]

I wanted to wait until after the tournament, just for the sake of toying with him a bit more, but...

[He resituates himself, sitting up a little straighter and then leaning back against the headboard. Changing bandages still sucks, but he offers Erol his worse arm first anyway.]

But with Blitz out of the picture, I'd imagine it's a moot point.

[He inclines his head and smirks.]

I suppose at this point, all I really have to do is catch him when he's free.

[psychoticracer]

I've been looking forward to the race too long to let a minor detail like the disappearance of the racing commissioner stop me. I'll organize it myself if I have to.

[With automatic actions and fingers far gentler than his gun callouses indicated, Erol began to unwrap the bandage and check for any spots that were low on ointment. The wound had to stay moist and covered until the skin could grow back... if it even could.

What he wouldn't give for some green eco.]

You reel him in, and I'll be waiting.

[farfairersoul]

[Razer keeps his teeth clenched, closing his eyes and holding them shut until the bandage is off. Then it stings worse, because exposing open muscle--and a little bone, even, although there's less of that day by day--to open air is pretty terrible.

His vision stops swimming in time, though, and he gives a long, shaky exhale before opening his eyes. His voice is a little strained.]

Been thinking about talking to the medical droid. Skin grafts would help, if it could manage them.

[The scarring is going to be horrific.]

[psychoticracer]

I'm reasonably certain it could.

[After all what use was a doctor aboard a trans-universal ship if it couldn't at least use the technology that was up to par with that of its passengers?]

There's a passenger aboard who can heal, but... he's something of an ace. And I don't trust him not to shoot his mouth off.

[Besides, he wasn't at all ready for another round of Keep Erol From Glaukir.

Erol re-applies ointment where it's looking thin, and re-wraps with clean bandages. He's used to the gore; the sight hardly bothers him. It is, however, something he would rather see on someone other than Razer.]

[farfairersoul]

[Razer just nods, clenching his teeth again when there's actual contact, biting back a growl of pain and fighting every reflex to tense and pull away.]

I'll--

[He swallows; his mouth is dry, and he takes another deep breath.]

I'll bring it up later, I suppose.

[When the fresh bandages is in place--no words during the process, the reapplication of pressure to the injury is hard enough to deal with after it's settled, during application it's hell--Razer gives Erol a tired, but sincere half-smile.]

I have been thinking beyond the injuries, back again to Jak. I think...well, I'm going to have to give up on sleeping with him beforehand, which is unfortunate.

[He pulls his left arm closer to himself and offers the right.]

But I've been putting some thought into using the Carnival.

[psychoticracer]

I still think with enough alcohol you could get him into bed with minimal fuss...

[But then, he just wants to be a creeper and watch.

Erol shifts to get a better angle on Razer's arm.]

Unless you fancy a stay in the brig, we'll have to stage it in Carnival. Does he trust you enough to go in with?