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[faygot]

[ LOCKED TO LYSUNDER ]

[Okay. Okay, he goes. He has been psyching himself up for this since he woke up, all throughout fixing his paint and... kinda just letting his hair be what it was. He's gotta do this, that much is sure. Lysunder deserves an apology for what Gamzee said to him. Text would probably be easier, but no, this kinda situation

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[redbullrenegade]

[He watches when the video pops up, but he doesn't turn on his video or respond for a while. Not necessarily to make a point or anything, just because he's not sure what he should tell the kid. After a bit of thought, and starring into his campfire for a while, he finally turns on the video feed. The sound of the crackling fire is heard first, and the 'sky' of the bubble is seen before he turns the camera to himself. Another pause before an audible sigh.]

Yeah, you did fuck up, kid.

[A purse of his lips, his vision snaps back to see Gamzee back to his self during that Aradia situation, yelling, angry, hands with nails in his skin. It was like some other wordly reminder of home, just like when he saw the Grand Highblood. Summoner didn't enjoy it, that feeling, remembering without getting to be there, getting to do something. But the kid did something that should be acknowledge.]

But you realized you fucked up and said apologized, so don't worry about it.

[redbullrenegade]

[Good, let those horns distract you Gamzee, let them pull you into a trance.]

[Lysunder opens the bottle and grabs some soft padded cloth, soaking it a bit before moving it to some of the cuts, cleaning them slowly one by one, dabbing not sliding the material over them.]

You clean your claws ever?

[faygot]

Huh?

[Gamzee's attention drifts back to him at the questions and if the sting of the cleaning solution bothers him, he won't show it.]

Uh, like all when I take a fuckin' dip in the trap all what like Wataru done showed me.

[He glances down for a moment. He misses taking baths with Wataru all the time, okay?]

Ain't all got our motherfuckin' ablution block here at though.

[redbullrenegade]

Well are there rivers? And you can boil water to clean it, use it to wash. I kinda suggest it.

[A small smile as he continues to clean the wounds, trying not to stare at the colour of Gamzee's blood for too long.]

Staying clean is a good idea, people won't have to worry about you getting infections or any of that nasty junk. Pretty sure you don't want to make people worry, right?

[faygot]

Wouldn't all be very fuckin' gentletroll like of mine being if I did.

[A short pause.]

Karkat, you know? Motherfucker worries a lot about shit all the fuckin' time. Ain't be wanting him to worry more.

[redbullrenegade]

Aight, well then remember to keep tidy on your own then. [A chuckle, putting the alcohol drenched fluid away and grabbing a tube of antibacterial paste. He unscrews it and slowly smooths it over the scratches. As a contrast to the cleaning fluid, this should feel pretty good, cold, tingling.]

I bet you look rather dashing all cleaned up. [A smile, switching cream for gauze.]

[faygot]

[He laughs, reaching up to tug on his hair for a moment.]

Can't all be getting this tamed.

[Gamzee sighs softly when Summoner spreads the paste over his cuts. That does feel good. Better than the sting.]

You're real good at this.

[redbullrenegade]

Don't think it could be too hard?

[Grins, looking over Gamzee's hair for a moment.]

Just need to take the time to try it. And thanks, I guess practice makes perfect, heh. I uh, had to nurse a lot of my owns wounds. [Granted most of his were pretty... bad, scarred too, there's a reason for the bandages on his arms. But they never got infected at least.]

[He takes the time to tightly wrap Gamzee's scratch marks, and clasps the ends of the gauze with metal snags before closing his med kit and sitting back.

Better? They might get a little itchy but don't scratch, just apply pressure with your hands. [Hands him more gauze.]

And tomorrow you have to take the bandages off and clean the wounds, okay? Reapply the bandages too. Just wrap 'em around your arms and use those little metal bits to keep them in place.

[faygot]

uh.

[Gamzee examines the gauze and then his injuries, poking at them a little, before giving Summoner a bit of a sheepish grin.]

Aight. Cool. Bet I could all like get Karkat to done help with that. That's what bros are for.

[redbullrenegade]

[Smirks.]

Nah, that won't do. You have to be able to do it for yourself, right? [Summoner looks to his own arms and pauses, hands slowly going to unwrap the guaze there.]

Why don't you practice on me, okay?

[faygot]

[Gamzee scoots a little closer.]

Sure, if that would all like to be making you get your glad on. Gonna up and warn you, bro. I ain't all gonna be good at this shit. [He laughs.] Got me a pan dead as motherfuckin' anything.

[redbullrenegade]

[A small frown, glancing up to Gamzee for a moment. Again he's reminded that Gamzee is infact, completely drugged right now. It's both relieving and dismaying.]

[Soon his bandages are off, which were just to cover the appearance of his arms, not to cover wounds. Scars, a, well, a lot of scars. Some rather deep, some burns, most seem to be the result of claws or bites.]

Well you can get good at it, I wasn't the best either when I first started.

[He adjusts his shoulders and moves to give Gamzee one of his arms.]

Start with the tip of the gauze and hold it on a place on my arm. You want to start, uh, either near the wrist or shoulder, and then spiral downwards, keeping it tight and with some overlap.

[faygot]

[Gamzee nods slightly, his brows drawing in concentration as he fumbles with the gauze. It takes him a few tries and slips to finally figure out a good way to keep the end of the gauze to Summoner's wrist with his thumb as he starts wrapping the rest of it around his arm. It is... pretty sloppy, no lie about that. It is more or less functional, but sloppy.]

Man, motherfucker, you got a whole fuckin' load of scars.

[wait, was that one of those topics we are not supposed to discuss?]

[redbullrenegade]

[Nah.]

Fuck tons! I dunno, I think I like them. Give me more character, right?

[A weary smile, looking over his arm. He then gives Gamzee the other one.]

Now this one.

But yeah, uh, I get knocked around quite a bit, always kinda have, ever since I was a grub.

[faygot]

[Gamzee's tongue pokes out a little as he tries to repeat his earlier motions on Lysunder's other arm without tangling his fingers up in the gauze.]

...cause you up and get into loads of fuckin' strife, right?

[redbullrenegade]

[Just smiles, watching him, not moving.]

Every day almost. If I'm not on the battlefield, I'm practicing or training. Kind of my life, well, was. And it will be when I leave here.