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[ingreatdeeds]

[ In one of HQ's more remote living rooms, there's a Confederate. If one didn't follow the sound of matches being struck, or if they decided to follow the smell of tobacco, or if they have a particularly good sense of smell and notice the scent of blood underlaying the cigarettes, it's possible no one would know he was here to begin with

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[freddygetyergun]

[It's the smoke that draws Alfred- you know the saying 'Where there's smoke, there's fire' and he's got a personal interest in making sure a certain fire magician stays calm. When he finds Aaron instead he halts himself.]

Uh, dude... ['Are you okay' is a stupid question to ask, since the answer is obviously 'no'.]

pardon me orz

[ingreatdeeds]

[ There's a good moment before Aaron ever seems to realize he isn't alone, his attention on watching the match burn until it starts to burn him. He doesn't even react to the pain of it anymore beyond a sigh, tossing it aside and suddenly startling like a cat that has been barked at by a large dog when he finally does see who is with him. ]

Nor-- [ No. Confedy's sixth sense for identifying others of his kind is weaker than the actual Nation's, but he can tell this Alfred is missing that 'feeling'. ] ...Alfred. Apologies, I didn' notice ya.

[ For someone so obviously...off, CSA hardly fails to keep his mask up, even if it has slipped. ]

[freddygetyergun]

...Can I, uh, help? [There, that's a nice question. 'Help' could mean getting food or something, or a hug (HE COULD LIKE HUGS YOU DON'T KNOW THAT), or bandages, or just about anything.]

[ingreatdeeds]

That would depend on what kinda help yer offerin', now wouldn' it? [ He seems to forget his present condition and starts to cross his legs as he normally would, but that is a stab of pain that registers all too clearly for the Confederate's liking, and there he goes agitating the fingertip burns, distracting himself from the memories and battle's lingering pain by creating more new.

...yeah, it would likely be a good idea to get some type of bandage he can't get through easily. It would be the only way to get him to actually stop what he's doing. ]

I can't remember, have he and Russia met before?

[wintry_vodka]

[he's so used to the smell of blood it doesn't faze him any more, but the sound of matches being lit and the smell of tobacco does intrigue him, so he follows the sound and comes upon Aaron.] ...is there a reason for lighting matches and burning your fingers?

Uhm...I know Russia's met lil!CSA, but I can't remember if he's met this one orz Sorry!

[ingreatdeeds]

[ Oh. Oh dear. Aaron actually was getting along better with the Russia from his time period last he's seen him, but that's only one and beyond him Aaron has no idea how to react to other Russias, clear mind or not.

He drops the match he's holding, thankfully already out, almost like a child who has gotten caught with their hand in the biscuit tin. ] ...it's easier.

it's okay! I wasn't sure, so I thought I'd check. :)

[wintry_vodka]

Is always easy to deliberately hurt oneself. Still, you should bandage your hands, da?

As far as I can remember, he's only met lil!CSA before <3

[ingreatdeeds]

I planned on it. [ Lies. It didn't cross his mind at all and likely wouldn't have until a while after he ran out of matches. Asking him right now he probably couldn't even think of where a infirmary or such is to get bandages in the first place. ]

[cpt_kirkland]

[ Arthur has both a good sense of smell and one that had more than memorized the smell of tobacco, especially southern grown and rolled. Living with Aaron it was hard not to. Though thats who he thinks ron ron is..his Aaron, and he's coming to give him a good chewing out for what he's doing before he realizes that he isn't his]

Fuck'n 'ell Aaron...if I burn'd m'self every time the aniversary of t'blitz came along I'd 'ave no bloody fingerprints by now.

[ Kneels down before him and reaches his hands up gently to take them contrary to the snap of anger and distaste in his voice]

[ingreatdeeds]

[ RonRon's first reaction is to try to take his hands back with a sound reminiscent of a low growl. He didn't even notice Arthur enter the room, let alone expect his hands to be grabbed. Nevertheless, the gentleness seems to help him relax again somewhat, letting Arthur have his hands. ]

I don' always burn 'em...

[ Which was the problem with his leg, the reason he was actually taking pains to sit and move differently than normal. Granted, that one he'd likely avoid trying to explain. ]

[cpt_kirkland]

[ examines the hands tenderly, though he may seem a little rough on the outside Arthur's a gentle soul on the inside.]

Y'don't? well y'burned them enough to need some bandages. I have a kit right down the hall. Now if you're good and don' go burnin' your fingers till i get back I'll thrown in this.

[ Offers a flask of whiskey he'd grabbed from the last house he and Aaron were at]

[ingreatdeeds]

No.

[ But that's all he said, seemingly considering the offer. It was so tempting to keep on with the matches, to keep burning himself...at the same time, whiskey did tend to help some of those less stable mental operations. But bandages would be difficult to get through later. In the end he looks down at his hands, a his thumb's nail running through the burn on his index finger. It wasn't as if he didn't have other methods at his disposal if he needed them. ]

...fine.