PCs with Gerome

[swordhandled]

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[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!!! ]

[maskarang]

[ don't rush him!!!

but no, as soon as owain's back is turned he pulls off his vest and shirt and lets them drop to the floor. the gloves soon join them, and... he actually removes his mask to set it to the side. just gonna start tiredly splashing his face with cold water. ]

[swordhandled]

[ ppppausing in the doorway as he catches sight of this. he was doing something what was he doing aga--

o right ]

It's... been awhile since I've seen you with your mask on.

[maskarang]

[ looking up and glaring over at him ]

This is temporary.

[swordhandled]

[ walking up to him, just looking at him in the face ]

Why?

[maskarang]

[ ??? ]

Because it is.