PCs with Gerome

[swordhandled]

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[swordhandled]

[ he's frowning and dropping the bandages onto the bed ] I need to see if you need any. Lightning damage isn't like a blade, but it can still require bandages.

[maskarang]

I've suffered magic damage in the past, I know what it needs. It was a critical blow, yes, but I need no immediate care. [ owain though, hmm. if owain is this close he's just gonna look at his injuries ]

[swordhandled]

[ he sure is bleeding through his shirt ]

[maskarang]

[ only one way this can end ]

Take off your shirt.

[swordhandled]

I will if you will.

[maskarang]

We aren't bartering. Look. [ pointing at the blood ]

[swordhandled]

I will if you will. Please, it'll give me peace of mind, Gerome.

[maskarang]

... Owain. [ how does he say this. how does he convey this like

at all

maybe one more try?? yea one more try ] ... After I tend to you, I will consider it.

[swordhandled]

After you tend to me, you will remove your shirt so I can see if I need to tend to you.


[ he's reaching for his shirt, waiting for Gerome to agree ]

[maskarang]

[ they're fucking bartering and he hates it ]

After I tend to you, you will put a shirt on, and then I will remove my shirt.

[swordhandled]

Deal.

[ starts to strip ]

[maskarang]

[ watches with the most rigid, uptight posture ]

[swordhandled]

[ quickly, he's stripped and yeah that sure is a lance wound in his chest. right at home with all the other various scars he has crossing it ]

[maskarang]

Gods... [ there is a lot to unpack here. when he's done dealing, he drags himself upright by half supporting himself on the bed and starts dragging owain to the bathroom. ]

The wound needs to be cleaned.

[swordhandled]

Yeah, yeah I know...[ letting himself be dragged there. he's letting gerome have this for now ]

[maskarang]

Why didn't you speak up sooner? [ and he was the one being badgered. with quick movements, he grabs a rag and wets it. then dabs at the wounds.

it's probably kind of rough but at least he's being thorough ]

[swordhandled]

I was worried about yo--

ow, hey!

[ wincing as gerome washes the wound. wow be gentle :( ]

[maskarang]

Ugh, I will not endure a second round of this. [ inigo war flashbacks ] No squirming! And no speaking! Who knows what idiocy will slip from your mouth.

[ continues cleaning!!! when he's done, he starts looking for something to disinfect it and also anything he can use as gauze. ]

[swordhandled]

[ wow. i'm totally better than inigo??? ] You're rough, you know!

[ there's... soap?? and there's the makeshift bandages owain's made ]

[maskarang]

[ for some reason owain would probably complain a lot more about soap in his wounds ]

I'm not. And no more talking. [ ok there's nothing here so... settling for the bandages, he guesses. limping back into the room to get them and coming back to bandage owain up. he deviously uses all of them ]

[swordhandled]

[ he's frowning but waiting patiently as gerome bandages him up. it's better than nothing after all. also wow, as though owain won't just make new ones if needed!! ]

[maskarang]

[ no, this is very clever and is a clear solution to his problem. stepping back once he's done. ]

That should hold, at least for now.

[swordhandled]

Alright. I'm going to put my shirt on.

And you better be shirtless by the time I come back.

[maskarang]

Hmph. [ it isn't a complaint? go and put on a shirt, man ]

[swordhandled]

[ GOING TO PUT ON A SHIRT!!

TAKE YOURS OFF!!! ]