Once more into the breach...

[evasivepudding]

Day: Day 5
Characters: Lloyd Asplund (evasivepudding), Yatilla (bloodstreaked), Winters Sokaro (pleasuresinpain)
Summary: Examination of the wound by a...uh...scientist
DAY/NIGHT & Time: First Rec
Status: Closed/Incomplete

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[pleasuresinpain]

"Hold up!" came Sokaro's response, voice a bit gruffer than usual. That was, of course, akin saying that Cross was feeling like drinking a little more than usual, or perhaps that the Vatican were feeling a little less tolerant of heretics than usual. He had not yet asked Yatilla if visitors were acceptable today, knowing full well they weren't. However, Lloyd's words sat heavily on him, now that he'd decided--

That he'd decided Yatilla was--

Clearing his throat, he ran one of his sinewy hands down Yatilla's back, staring down at him with some concern. Yatilla wasn't going to like this, but Sokaro wasn't going to give him a choice in the matter. It's what masters did for their apprentices. Gave them hell to make sure they saw tomorrow.

"Hey, kid," he called quietly, voice much less rough now that he dropped it in volume, now that his words were only for Yatilla. "Lloyd's here to take a look at your leg and make sure the doctors didn't seriously fuck up, yeah? And you don't get to say no, but we can keep him waiting 'til you're ready. 'kay?"