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Why didn't you call? Why are you bleeding? How bad is it? [The sound of rotors.]

I would've if I could've, trust me. My muscle memory with phones isn't as good as yours.

[ mister CAN TEXT WITHOUT LOOKING ]

Anyway. Fight with a monster. It doesn't hurt all that much, but my scale for injury is a little ... [ y'know, fucked. ] So I welcome a second opinion. Cuts and bruises, mostly. Nowhere vital.

Why do you need muscle memory for you phone?

Your scale for injury is garbage. [He knows that, miss stab wound ignorer.] I'm headed over to Sparrow, it shouldn't take long. [Cutting across the pond.]

Because I'm, uh.

I'm blind. So if you can be nice and loud when you get here, that'd be great. [ no ninja-soft footsteps, please, she would have a heart attack and quite possibly die. ]

...

And you wandered off.

In the snow.

When you would have to go past a body of water.

[The judgement is REAL, Korone.]

[But then there's the sound of dubstep music faintly playing in the distance, but also over the phone.]

To be fair, I only fully lost my distance vision when I was nearly home? [ ... Sighs tho. ] I know it was dumb, I wasn't thinking straight. You get one free pass to yell at me.

[ that dubstep sounds like both incoming safety and incoming doom. jesus. stumbles up to her feet and to her bedroom window, clumsy yanking it open ]

You are absolutely getting a lecture.

[But here is the dubstep coming for your window along with rotors.]

Okay, okay ...

[ Backs up from the window, trips over her bag of medical supplies, TOPPLES OVER BACKWARDS WITH A YELP. Ow. She doesn't bother getting up. She lives here now. ]

....

You are really bad at adjusting to body doing horrible and unexpected things, aren't you?

[He turns down the dubstep to a light bass. It's easier than adjusting his steps.]

Depends on the horrible thing.

[ Still making absolutely zero attempt to get up from where she's laying, which is maybe more telling about her trust in him than anything else. She's blind, vulnerable, and she knows she's in for a lecture - but he's not here to hurt her. ]

I've been blinded before. Kept wandering off. It drove Wash-nii insane. He resorted to popping up behind me, throwing me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, and basically sitting on me when he got me back home. [ lifts a hand ] That was before I got half as paranoid as I am now. Haha. No wandering off for me.

Body swap, blindness, two for two so far.

Absolutely no wandering off like this. Where are you hurt? [Dubstep Closer.]

Most short human-pigeon girls would struggle with suddenly being a tall, buff mutant ninja snapping turtle.

[ A SHRUG ... but, ok, she sits up, tracking his movements with sightless eyes and a tilted head.

She did a shoddy bandaging job over her clothes (the sacrifice uniform, thank goodness), more in an attempt to put pressure on until she could get help doing it properly than anything else. There's a bundle around her right bicep, completely soaked in blood by now; one around her calf (less bloody, still got great); one slash across her right shoulderblade that she just straight up hasn't noticed; and some scrapes to her left forearm, though most of the injury there is bruising and therefore still obscured by her clothes. ]

Right bicep, left calf, left forearm. It got me in the face with gunk before it actually attacked me. There's a bit still on my cloak - [ which is on the floor near her bed, along with her two bloodsoaked featherswords ] - so be careful if you touch it.

... Uhm. Thank you for coming and I'm sorry for worrying you. I know I fucked up.

There's also your shoulder blade. It'd be easier if you lost the shirt.

And of course I came.

I'm going to get some water for clean up and get you treated.

[He's gonna run to Sparrow's bathroom for water instead of using up all his personal first aid supplies for clean up.]

You see me shirtless way too often, Dee-kun!

[ SIGH. But it's not actually a protest, in that she immediately starts unwinding the bandages so she can get said shirt off. By the time he gets back up, she's wadded it into a ball and has it pressed tight to gash on her bicep; it started bleeding again at all the jostling. Her pant legs are both rolled up as high as they'll go.

She has a few other cuts and bruises, but they're legitimately bandaid worthy. ]

Now whose fault is that? I don't even have to be nefarious about it!

[Can totally do a Bold Flirt right before he leaves the room, don't need to face the consequences of his actions or nothing.]

[But yes, returning soon after with fresh water, dubstep, and the shuffle of his medical supplies.]

DEE-KUN!

[ that got yelled at his retreating back, because!! gosh!! you can't say things like that and run, damnit! ]

[ once he gets back, ] I'm going to kick your ass next time we spar, mark my words.

I did always want a flirt fight. Everyone knows the bad boy should have one. [His voice is rather flat though as he lightly taps her hand over her bicep to shoot so he can work on her arm.]

[ grumble grumble grumble, her cheeks the slightest bit pink ]

Oh, you'll get a fight alright.

[ there's a tiny flinch at the touch, despite her having expected it. she does shift her hand and the wadded up cloth though, revealing a nasty gash that is absolutely, definitely going to need stitches if she can't get her magic back online. ]

And maybe a flirt. We'll see. Can you give a heads up before you touch? I don't think I'm gonna freak out on you, but it's, uhm. It's disconcerting. Just a little.

Setting up goals, are you? I can work with that. Get Chocochi to flirt back.

Noted. Cleaning the wound now. [Wet washcloth to wound.]

So why no healing casts?

You got a plan of action for that, Tellochi?

[ just a lil bit of sass. a tiny lil bit. she rests her hand on her knee, fingers tightening and then loosening again at the first brush of the cloth. ow. ]

If I could've used my spells, I'd have teleported out instead of fighting that thing. It was way too much for me. [ it's extremely dead now, BUT STILL. ] I don't know if it was something in the gunk or ... something else, maybe just proximity to it? Whatever it was, it stopped me using magic. My wings and swords still worked fine though.

I will. I know it's coming, so I'll get a list.

Your feathers harden some way that isn't magic? [He pulls away the cloth, frowning at the blood flow.] This is going to need stitches.

[ Just a hum in response to that first; she's thinking ]

It's an ability I got here. If I had to guess ... the difference is my casts involve expenditure: they cost something. The featherswords are just something I can do now. Active versus passive?

[ Automatically tries to look at the wound - oh, wait, she can't see. ]

It's that bad?

Hm. So it might be because the ability is 'native' here.

Yes. I would not be doing stitches if I didn't think they were necessary. I hate doing them.

Maybe. I'm not in a hurry to find another one to test it out.

[ ughhh ugh ugh ]

If ... you really hate it ... [ she hates the idea of being anywhere near someone she doesn't implicitly trust right now but maybe, if it's for donnie's comfort, she could. try. ]

I'm going to do it. [Flat. Firm. A very no argument tone.] If you had anyone else you were going to ask on hand, you would have.

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