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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.

I -

[ He's not wrong. Sighs, rubbing her forehead with her free hand ]

... Sorry, Dee-kun. I owe you one for this.

Yes you do. [Listen, he will Collect Favors.]

[He may not use them, sometimes he just likes to have them Just In Case.]

[And he Hates being the medic.]

I'm going to disinfect and start sewing. [Here is the stinging.]

[ She's fine with an open I.O.U. It's Donnie, he isn't going to use it to fuck over her or her team. ]

Well... You can call it in whenever. I'm not going anywhere. [ The disinfectant doesn't get much of a reaction beyond a soft hiss and a tightening of her fist.

The sewing, though.

The first one she tolerates with good grace. The second makes her tense. The third she fights not to flinch from, grabbing herself by the wrist to keep her arm exactly where it is. ]

Jesus. Fuck. I hate this.

[There is that. He may ask for a rough favor, usually a 'for your own good' rough, but never one to actually hurt her.]

I know. I'll let you know when I have a use for it.

[At the very least, he's efficient. He isn't a gentle medic, but the harshness is never beyond what's necessary to be quick and thorough. Ignoring the signs of distress as long as they don't interfere with his work.]

Stitches are terrible.

[ Efficient is good. Quick is good.

For the best. For the best. Just — get it over with, don't ask for a break, that'd be worse for both of them. She can take it. She can take it. ]

[ Her uninjured leg draws up to her chest, smooth enough that it won't interrupt him. She drops her head onto her knee, moves her hand from her wrist to her elbow, and grips tight with nails digging in. It hurts, but it's grounding — it's pain that she is in control of. There. Face hidden. Almost hugging herself. Holding tight so she's still and not, say, accidentally punching him. ]

Even worse when I can't see. I know it's just you, you're not stabbing me repeatedly for the fun of it, it doesn't even hurt that bad - [ It's just!! Hard! Not to get tangled up and lost in the onslaught of bad when everything feels ramped up to eleven ] How much left?

Definitely not for the fun of it. Its too much stress. Leo is a lot better at the bedside manner for this sort of thing.

[He's focused on the wound. As long as she's not making his job harder, she can do whatever she needs to. Just clean, stitch, figure out what needs to be done.]

Two more on this one. I'll need to doublecheck the others.

Hmmm'kay.

[ two more. she can handle two more easily, no problem at all. except her wings threaten twitch, threatening to flap, and shit, she's had less practice with keeping them still - ]

Can you, do you have those fun robo arms? Grab my wings -

[There is instant sound of metal moving and robo arms are grabbing her wings, flaring them out and away, to make it harder to struggle too hard.]

[ He can feel the violent shudder run through her, and the way her wings strain against the hold before she settles again, tense, breathing harder. ]

Okay. Good, th, thanks. Better to, to keep them out of the way until we're done. They get flappy when I'm - uncomfortable. Don't wanna knock you.

Even if you do, I will be fine. However, I can hold them until I'm done.

[Okay, stitches done on that wound.]

[A Pause.]

[Positive reinforcement, perhaps?]

I am going to kiss your cheek.

[Then he leans in and dies so. At least that touch is gentle.] You are doing good for me. You can keep it up. [His. His tone is flat though.]

[ The kiss on the cheek is welcome, makes her smile a little despite the ache, the anxiety, and how very much she hates all of this.

And the praise is.

It's.

Her shoulders shake. ]

Good or bad? [He is going to move on to check her leg injuries next. They're likely to bleed more than her arms.]

[ nothing for a moment, but then a a wheezy hiccuping giggle escapes her. ]

H-Heh. Good. Thank you, Dee-kun; I needed that. [ it hits an objective, and it's objectively funny at the same time. win-win ]

[ the main wound on her calf is long and tapered, far deeper at one end than the other; it's almost like a stab that got wrenched sideways. not pretty. the skin around it is already mottled with bruising ]

That one hurt.

I'll make a note of positive reinforcement.

This will need trimming and stitches. Beginning now. [Time to take care of ragged skin for cleaning and stitching.]

[ the most solemn, ] Uh huh.

[ but she's still laughing, muffled snickers like she's trying so, so hard to bite them back. ]

You don't have to push it if — ow, ow ow — you're not feeling it though. [ her leg finches back away from him before she can stop herself. ] I'm being a terrible patient today.

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