024 [Video/Text] {Backdated to morning of the 12th}

[soggypastry]

Again. That's the third time.

[Morning, Johto. Have a Lightning-face appearing on your feed today as she realizes that yet another weekend has been lost, and she doesn't seem to happy about that...nor does she quite realize she turned on the camera and not just the calender app as she checks that while sitting in bed. And no; she hasn't quite

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[usedroar]

[ Light, you have a very worried bedmate who got woken up by the commotion. ]

What's-- [ oh god there is blood why is there blood and not the natural, comes-every-month kind, either ] --are you all right?

[action] of course~ :3

[soggypastry]

[Leon, you now have a distraught Lucario attempting to pull you off the bed. Help his trainer already! ...Even if she's slowly getting back to her feet.]

I think so. It's not that bad.

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[usedroar]

[ He doesn't need Sen's encouragement. He gets up and goes to her, one arm wrapping around her shoulders to steady her. ] Let's get you into the bathroom.

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[soggypastry]

[She nods, just leaning against him slightly as they go before she sits on the rim of the tub to try and get a better look at the injury. It really isn't that bad, but...]

It looks like some kind of knife wound...I must have gotten into a fight.

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[usedroar]

[ Wordlessly, he runs the warm water, dabs one of the inn towels in it, before tossing it to her to wash the wounds with. He then gets one of their first aid kits out, taking out some alcohol and bandages. ]

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[soggypastry]

[In the time it's taken for him to dig around their medkit, she's cleaned the wound out but left the towel there to keep it from bleeding all over the place while she checks for other injures. Which is a good thing, really, considering there's the edge of a nasty looking bruise visible near the cut itself.]

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[usedroar]

[ He returns after washing his hands, and gently dabs some rubbing alcohol onto a pad. He knows she knows it's going to burn, so he only waits a second before cleaning the area around the gash. Once that's done, he begins the meticulous process of bandaging it. The bruises don't need immediate attention, after all. ]

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[soggypastry]

[Even knowing the burn is coming doesn't stop the tiny flinch as the alcohol touches the wound, but she knows it has to happen and says nothing until he's done bandaging it. When he's finished, however, she looks up and smiles softly.]

Thanks.

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[usedroar]

[ Kneeling, he looks up at her for a moment, expression grim. Then he cups her face with one hand and takes the edge of the tub in the other, lifting himself up to kiss her. He's still half-dressed, in nothing but his sleeping pants, but he doesn't care. ]

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[soggypastry]

[After the grim look on his face, the sudden kiss catches her off-guard for a split second before she relaxes into it; she has a slight idea of what might have brought this on, but she doesn't really care if she's right or wrong at this given moment.

No, at this moment, she's just returning the kiss, one hand finding a place on the back of his head as the other keeps her balance on the tub. There are some things she just rolls with, and this is one of them.]

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[usedroar]

[ He tilts her back and himself forward a bit, his hand on the edge of the tub moving to her waist to keep them both from tumbling in. He doesn't bother to deepen the kiss, just hold it, and when he finally breaks it, his expression is still unhappy. ]

...sometimes, I just--

[ Hate this place. But he won't say it, because he feels petulant saying something like that, and instead readjusts her along the edge of the tub before going to get the bruise ointment. ]

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[soggypastry]

[Before he moves away to get the bruise ointment, she holds her forehead against his for just a moment, trying to assure him that she really is just fine.]

I know.

[And she does, to a degree; there have been days when she wonders if whoever controls this place gets some sick amusement out of watching them flounder without direction. But, most days she's just grateful she's here. Without this place, she'd have never met him, and that means a lot to her. Just like he does.]

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[usedroar]

[ He doesn't answer her; he can guess what she's thinking, and he's thinking similarly.

He locates the salve and rubs it between his fingers and palms, warming his hands. ]

How many bruises do you have?

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[soggypastry]

[She shrugs, then immediately regrets the motion as something gets tugged and she grimaces faintly at the surprise. Hasn't felt this sore in a long time, and that's not the best sign.]

More than a few. You might not get that spar today.