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[andgettingworse]

Day: 13 [back-dated]
Characters: Orochimaru, Paul
Summary: Paul needs stitches. Oro can give them.
DAY/NIGHT & Time: NIGHT: evening, right after this post.
Status: Closed, Incomplete

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Yellow eyes lifted from where Orochimaru was glancing down at a book on his desk before his attention was drawn to the boy standing in his doorway.

He'd been expecting Paul, had told the boy that his door was always open for him, and so he wasn't surprised to see him standing there (although it was a little unexpected that the boy had actually sought him out), no. That wasn't what had him surprised at all. It was the sight of that boy standing in his doorway face and clothes drenched in blood, hair matted to his head with it, and dark brows drew together a little as Orochimaru let his gaze linger another few moments.

What had happened to this boy? This previously believe indestructible boy? This boy that Orochimaru had thought... well. If nothing else it was rather interesting to him. He hadn't quite pegged Paul as a human.

"What's happened to you?" he asked slowly, gaze moving up and down the smaller body.

"You're absolutely... beaten. Who...?"

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Orochimaru's words didn't exactly make anything easier. It was humiliating, disturbing enough to feel like this, to see his own blood (and he was still trying to find an explanation how this wasn't his, how this was a mistake and was Antubi, because he couldn't be bleeding), to still feel dizzy from what had probably been close to a concussion, to be in pain. It made him mad like a cornered animal. He couldn't fight that angry, bitter scowl on his face, and so he glared at Orochimaru, even though he wasn't even that angry at him (he was angry at his condition being pointed out, rubbed in, of course), and closed the door behind him.

"That asshole," he hissed, with a slightly shakier voice than he intended, and then, not knowing how to react, snapped, "I need stitches!"

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Dark brows drew closer together as Orochimaru watched Paul, and rose from his desk slowly.

"That asshole...?" It didn't take that much effort to figure out that there were very few people to choose from. Not that Paul had a tendency to over react about these things or anything.

"You need stitches," he agreed with a slight now, gesturing for Paul to move towards the table that was still set up for patients in his office. "I can do that for you, if you'd like."

He wasn't sure, at the moment what was appropriate for him to say to Paul. Not that he usually concerned himself with such things, but seeing as how Paul was probably, as of this moment, the most capable person aside from himself in this place... well. He figured he'd do his best not to agitate the boy.

"I have plans for that brother of yours," he said smoothly, changing the subject easily.

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Paul obeyed for once, letting himself drop on the table and taking off his shirt. Not that he could probably wear it ever again anyway, without smelling his own blood in it. It nearly made him nauseous, but then the feeling shifted, so it wasn't nausea. No, it was the same chasing flutter in his mind as before, the same at once light-headed and paralysing confusion and trailing, invisible pressure