† Duo; Video; Backdated to the afternoon, after hers and England's fight.

[fettuttittes]

[The communicator flicks on as Romana tosses it onto her bed, somehow landing on her pillow in a way that you get just enough of a look of the room to tell what's going on. It jostles slight as Romana sits down on the bed, groaning softly as she reaches down to unlace her boots, wriggling her toes once they're free. There's worse aches in her body

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[video]

[gomugomunowin]

[Damn those are some bad wounds.] Oi, go see a doctor! Those wounds look bad!

[video]

[fettuttittes]

[She jerks at the sound, hand flying under her pillow to grip the handle of her gun as Romana sits up quick with a wince, looking around the room. When it's clear it's the communicator she swallows, throat tight before leaning down to pick it up, eyes cold as she looks at Luffy]

I don't know what you mean. And you saw nothing.

[video]

[gomugomunowin]

Course I did! You have all those bad wounds and stuff from a fight.

Go see a doctor, dammit.

[video]

[fettuttittes]

[Slumps, laughing bitterly] Si, that cagna did this, but not today.

And it won't matter. Until my land is healed, my body, this body, won't heal. A doctor won't help.

So kindly stop talking.

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[notluigi]

Romana, is something wrong? You were in there a while... [Okay he didn't see the communication post nor did he see the bandaging going on since he was trying to tidy up the apartment to make it nicer. Just for Romana of course.]

Action;

[fettuttittes]

[She's so tired, so close to drifting off when Romano speaks, making her lurch with a soft groan. She debates not answering, pretending to already be asleep before getting up with another groan and padding over to the door to open it. She keeps it only just open, trying to block the view from him but she's forgotten to get rid of the old bandages, the bloodstained material easily spotted]

Si? What is it Romano?

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[notluigi]

Oh, I'm sorry. Were you sleepin- is that blood? [Cue freak out and fretting.] Oh my god, what did you do!?

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[fettuttittes]

[She stiffens at the freak out, fingers curling against the door. She seems to become a little harder than the half asleep Romana she was] No, I wasn't asleep yes. Yes, that's blood. And nothing. England hit a cut and it broke open, it looks worse than it seems.

[And then she shuts the door and turns around, movements robotic as she moves back to the mess she's made, picking things up to hide- like she should have, instead of being lazy]

[libertyfuckyeah]

[ GUILT GUILT GUILT GUILT is this comment even here I don't know.

But it is guilty. ]

[fettuttittes]

[Idk, is it? BUT YEAH. This why she hates your guys America.

[libertyfuckyeah]

[ WHO KNOWS but America just feels bad ;^; Not that he didn't before, but fresh reminders really do open old wounds. Or something. Anyway, he's not prompting any sort of conversation. In fact, he just sorta... leaves the communicator to go grab some feel-good food.

But there is someone else staring as she dozes.

[fettuttittes]

[The breathing gets her to stir, Romana whining softly as she tries to fight her waking up. But it doesn't stop and finally she opens her eyes. As coincidence would have it, the first thing she sees is that hell horse.

Yeah she's screaming]

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[yourgoddamnit]

[ Meanwhile this comment is here. And Karkat is forever impressed with human's lack of discretion when it comes to showing their blood. Forever baffling. ]

THE FUCK HAPPENED TO YOU?

Text; after like... Half an hour? And Italian if that helps.

[fettuttittes]

[By now she's more than aware what the comm's done, and after arguing with Luffy and then talking with Romano she's not exactly happy]

Is it any of your business? No? So fuck off.

Text; no not at all

[yourgoddamnit]

[ Actually I have no idea if Karkat knows any Earth languages other than English but we'll just presume he's using the communicator's text translation... babbelfish... thing. ]

YES THAT IS THE PROPER REACTION TO SOMEONE WHO IS TAKING PRECIOUS TIME OUT OF HIS DAY TO GIVE A SHIT ABOUT SOMEONE--
HUMAN, HUMANIOD, WHATEVER THE FUCK YOU ARE
A SPECIES THAT RESEMBLES THE PINK SACKS OF MEAT--
WHO THEY DON'T EVEN KNOW.
I AM SHOWING CONCERN HERE.
IF YOU WANT I CAN REVERT BACK TO BEING A COMPLETE DICKWAD
BUT FOR THE MOMENT
LET'S PRETEND I'M TRYING TO IMPROVE MY CHARACTER
AND NOT BE A RAGING ASSHOLE TO EVERY BIT OF MATTER THAT MAKES UP THIS UNIVERSE.

SO LET'S TRY THIS AGAIN, YOU INFLAMED TIBIA
OR WHATEVER PIECE OF ANATOMY YOU CONSIDER LEWD.
IF YOU DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT WHAT HAPPENED
AND YOU DON'T WANT ANY MEDICAL HELP
DO YOU AT LEAST WANT... SOMETHING.
OR TO TRADE.
OR TALK.

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[fettuttittes]

I'm not a human, and you seem like a rude little brat at the moment. Are you saying you can even get worse, bastardo?

I don't want anything, from anyone. Especially not to talk. I want peace and kindness, which I can't get when people are making words scream at me.

[Video]

[sojournsparrow]

[Haer'Dalis visibly winced when he saw this video, having had girl friends who had suffered similar wounds.]

Ah my falcon... you bear heavier burdens than I had known. Truly, I am sorry that you bear such terrible wounds.

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[fettuttittes]

Did anyone not see this?

[And then a few seconds later]

I don't need your pity. So don't give me it, understand?

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[sojournsparrow]

[Haer'Dalis is not accustomed to using text, but he was determined to try his best, as he felt it was important.]

If you wanted it you wouldn't be my falcon, now would you? Regardless of your wants, that does not mean that I will stop caring about you or what has been done to you.

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[fettuttittes]

[She just refuses to speak, knowing how choked up her voice is at the moment]

I'm not yours, stop saying that. And stop caring, you barely know me, caring about me right now is idiotic.