PCs with Gerome

[swordhandled]

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[swordhandled]

Can... Minerva open doors?

[maskarang]

... I don't know.

[swordhandled]

[ for once

i'm judging you


enjoy it ]

[maskarang]

[ he hates it!!!

ignoring the hell out of owain's judgment to nudge him away. he leans his back against the door and sighs wearily. look at that, more straps are being undone and this time the armor on his arms drops ] Enough gawking. Your injuries are worse than mine, go back to your room and tend to them.

[swordhandled]

[ watches those pieces of armor drop one by one before looking up at Gerome's face. he huffs and pulls gerome towards him and starts leading the way to his room. ]

Just come with me. I'm not leaving you by yourself.

[maskarang]

What do— [ excuse?? bracing his hand on the doorframe and refusing to budge ] This is absurd. How can I be alone when Minerva is only a room away?

[swordhandled]

You're more injured than me. Come with me so I can treat you and then you can go back to just waiting for Minerva to learn how to open a door.

[maskarang]

I'm fine! [ which is why he needed to brace himself against the doorframe to stop owain, gosh

also, a long, almost guilty pause ] ... And I wasn't planning to wait for her to open it.

[swordhandled]

So you were just going to wait until you passed out again?

[ nope, pulls him harder ]

[maskarang]

[ this doorframe is his new friend and new home ]

No.

[swordhandled]

[ jabs his side ]

[maskarang]

[ tenses up and slaps his hand??? ]

[swordhandled]

Just come with me, Gerome.

[ reaching out to grab his arm ]

[maskarang]

I can't leave Minerva.

[swordhandled]

Just let me treat you and you can come back, alright?

[maskarang]

[ thinking this over. eventually, he nods solemnly and releases his new best friend ]

... Be quick.

[swordhandled]

I will.

[ keeping hold on his arm as he leads the way to his room ]

[maskarang]

[ casting a last glance at the door...!! he actually checked on minerva when he got his lance and she was sleeping but like. look, even if that was fifteen minutes ago he worries??? ]

[swordhandled]

[ he gets it so he's quick as he makes his way down the hall to his room.

they get to the door and he ppppauses, turning to look at Gerome ]

I must warn you. The decorations in my room are rather... obscene.

[maskarang]

After all we've seen, little can surprise me. Open the door.

[swordhandled]

Very well then.

[ opens the door.

the ike daki on the bed

the shirtless tapestries of ike and marth

enjoy owain's room ]

[maskarang]

[ ok when he said little could surprise him

it was not a challenge

stands in the doorway staring for a while

a long while

after what feels like forever, he opens his mouth and— ] Compared to the horrors Inigo's inflicted upon me, this is nothing. [ just. walking in ]

[swordhandled]

--I wonder what Inigo has done to you.

[ but he gestures towards the bed as he goes into his closet and proceeds to start tearing a spare shirt into ribbons. because that's what you do when you don't have vulneraries ]

[maskarang]

What he always does.

[ this very transparent, matter-of-fact statement is followed by gerome walking over to the bed. he looks at it contemplatively for a second before just sitting down.

whatever side the ike daki is on, he uses his knuckles to it over. he's basically expecting the other side to be blank ]

[swordhandled]

Hmm, I guess I shouldn't be surprised.

[ surprise gerome, the other side has a naked ike. enjoy-- or not.but for whatever reason if he's looking too deep, that side is rather clean.........

he's coming back with his improvised bandages and sits on the edge of the bed. ]

Take off your shirt.