♠ Five | voice

[urnotafraid]

[ Hi, let's break your usual complaints about the hot weather, space lions and the usual craziness that is the S.S. Thor going green for something really fun. Swearing kiddies.

Well, not really a kid but he still has a dirty mouth.

Anyways Sho sounds like he is out of breath and not happy about it. ]Goddamn fucking little prick... Why the fuck

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[thinkin_arbys]

[Not that you can see it under the hat, but she furrows her brow a little.]

What's happened, Sho?

[urnotafraid]

A couple pricks jumped me.

[thinkin_arbys]

Do you need assistance? Are you injured? Do you need supervision?

[urnotafraid]

I'm injured. [ He usually toughs this stuff out around people but Hot Pants was a different kind of person. ] Takuma is coming. Just stay on the line. Don't wanna pass out.

[thinkin_arbys]

I can come help you, if needed. I can... I'm trained in first aid.

[But she loses a bit of the edge she was displaying and visibly settles down on the edge of her bed. Should she talk to him...?]

[urnotafraid]

I'm used to getting banged up. Not sure if Takuma knows what to do... but he's fast.

[ Hisses as he presses harder against the cut. At least with a knife, it wasn't always an instant kill. A gun would have laid him out. ]

I was just a little slow.

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[thinkin_arbys]

[EYEROLL. She takes her hat off and fans herself with it a bit--something she learned from cowboys.]

I know what to do; don't let your pride get you killed. You look terrible.

VIDEO/ oops? okay!

[urnotafraid]

That's the problem with knives; can never feel them right away.

[ He just snorts and closes his eyes. It wasn't really pride, just that he was feeling like a complete idiot about letting someone in that close. ]

I wouldn't protest if you wanted to help. Just make faces.

VIDEO~~~

[thinkin_arbys]

[She makes a dissatisifed sound at him.]

Don't close your eyes; if you die I won't mourn you. But I will come assist you. Tell me where you are.

VIDEO~~~

[urnotafraid]

[ Cracks them open and chuckles. ] I don't expect to get mourn by very many people.

Heading for my room.

VIDEO~~~

[thinkin_arbys]

I'll meet you there.

[Feed off, and off she goes!]

VIDEO~~~

[urnotafraid]

Okay.

[ Okay, to his room. One slow step at a time. What a mess the whole jungle thing is with all the weird growth and lions and stuff. ]

VIDEO~~~

[thinkin_arbys]

[And she pretty much sprints there--this is called loyalty of a sort, bro--so she beats him to the door. She's also lookign miserable in the heat and, oh, three layers of heavy fabric.]

...Who did this?

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[urnotafraid]

Don't worry about them. I'm not that injured to let them live. [ Short breath, slight glare, and shirtless -again- with the shirt pressed tight against his side to keep the blood flow from being too bad. Also two guns resting easily at the small of his back. ]

They didn't care for my interference so they tried to remove it.

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[thinkin_arbys]

Somehow I should have expected you'd be troublesome from the start.

[Guns.

Okay.

She's not going to look surprised--should have figured this; but why are all the guys she's met so heavily armed?

She'll usher him inside, then, and the minute he's in, she tries to get him immediately to the bed. Being a nun did have its benefits--she certainly has a strange gentleness to her bedside manner]

Please tell no one what you are about to see me do. Agreed?

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[urnotafraid]

I guess it runs through my blood.

[ Then she would also be displeased to note that he has four other guns laying on a table in various stages of repair, a nice little collection of knives, and a nasty looking wire. Sho just did not believe in going anywhere lightly armed.

He sort of resists at first about the bed thing, but since he is weaken from blood loss he does end up sort of slouching on his bed. ]

Yeah, I won't tell anyone...