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Oh.
[ She blinks, but then she's just as swift to nod firmly. ]
Of course. It's probably better to have you sitting for an examination, and I won't need too many details, but just a brief summary of what caused it and how recently it happened.
Is that all right?
[ She blinks, but then she's just as swift to nod firmly. ]
Of course. It's probably better to have you sitting for an examination, and I won't need too many details, but just a brief summary of what caused it and how recently it happened.
Is that all right?
[Ha ha! Ha! Ha.]
Well, it isn't that mysterious or anything-- I remember we were in a fight. Big bastard. Name of Lorenzo. He'd nicked me at some point, I'm sure. Can't remember too much beyond that, but the others are apparently more up to date than I am. Somehow. Don't really know how that works.
Well, it isn't that mysterious or anything-- I remember we were in a fight. Big bastard. Name of Lorenzo. He'd nicked me at some point, I'm sure. Can't remember too much beyond that, but the others are apparently more up to date than I am. Somehow. Don't really know how that works.
'Course, of course, would never deny you the chance to look.
[Heading off to go find a seat somewhere? Maybe just the middle of the cafeteria. It's fine. Who cares. He'll pull off his coat at least, and just drop the linen shirt off of his shoulders - it isn't like it covers much anyway.
As it is, the wound is ... it's kinda gnarly. A couple inches long just off to the side of his chest. Like something was stabbed and twisted in there. But it's mostly healed. Scabbed over, by this point.]
[Heading off to go find a seat somewhere? Maybe just the middle of the cafeteria. It's fine. Who cares. He'll pull off his coat at least, and just drop the linen shirt off of his shoulders - it isn't like it covers much anyway.
As it is, the wound is ... it's kinda gnarly. A couple inches long just off to the side of his chest. Like something was stabbed and twisted in there. But it's mostly healed. Scabbed over, by this point.]
[ Otome examines it critically, mapping out the fringes of the wound with just the pads of her fingers. It's... definitely not a clean injury. There must have been a ton of tissue and muscle damage, just from the looks of it, and... ]
I don't know how deeply the weapon went in, but that you're moving about now is a little surprising. Especially if it's recent.
The scabbing is a promising sign, at least. Does it ache at all? Do sudden movements aggravate it?
I don't know how deeply the weapon went in, but that you're moving about now is a little surprising. Especially if it's recent.
The scabbing is a promising sign, at least. Does it ache at all? Do sudden movements aggravate it?
[He sticks his arm out and moves it around to prove that he can. It's a little stuff, probably, but he's got a very high pain tolerance.]
Can't say it's been the most comfortable I've ever felt, but, like I said, had worse. 'Side - the other two didn't seem that concerned about it. Long as I'm up, it'll be alright.
Can't say it's been the most comfortable I've ever felt, but, like I said, had worse. 'Side - the other two didn't seem that concerned about it. Long as I'm up, it'll be alright.
Oh, fine, fine - [He pats himself on the chest as if to prove it.] Just, you know, dealing with the amount of horseshit that simply unfolded.
[He stops and just shoves his hands in his pockets.]
You know, I-- Did you see anyone dead? Or anything at all, really?
[He stops and just shoves his hands in his pockets.]
You know, I-- Did you see anyone dead? Or anything at all, really?
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