[Iceland is somewhere in the new building, albeit annoyed, and there's a couple nasty, oozing cuts on his right arm, which he's clutching with the other. His legs are crossed and he's looking down at the SFC. The puffin is asleep in his lap, and an axe lays next to him.]
...I had a bad feeling about this.
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[ Here, Iceland, have a certain red-haired girl walking to approach you, a large satchel hanging at her side. ]
Those cuts should get treated soon. It'll be bad if they get infected... [ Searching through her bag now. ]
I'm a pharmacist, so you can trust me. And - um! My name is Shirayuki.
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They aren't so bad... [He eyes the bag warily.]
[...Pharmacists only sold medicine last time he checked. Hm.] Nice to meet you, then.
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Small wounds can grow with enough time. [ She picks out some bandages and some vials from her bag - probably for cleaning the wound and making it heal easier. Probably a few pain killers too.
She kneels before him. ]
Nice to meet you as well. Can I see your arm?
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...He should probably introduce himself.]
Oh, um, the name's Iceland. [He gingerly held out his arm to her.]
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Oy, squirt. Where ya at?
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I'm not a 'squirt.'
[He hesitates and speaks reluctantly.] ...The new building.
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[He hums, drumming his fingers against his knee.] Where in it?
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....Third floor or so.
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