w0 curfew: banned from the outhouse AND the curfew channel

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[ablazement]

[maybe? she doesn't seem to care much about it but that's because she's a tank. this is like six points of damage to her one hundred and seventy two.]

... It'll be fine. [she says, voice a touch softer, calmer. she gives him a little grin.] Just a big sleepover, and it'll likely be over in the morning. Sorry for bringing the bad luck in on you.

[recession]

[ Ma'am......... well, if it looks like it's a deep enough stab wound to benefit from stitches then he's producing needle and thread too. ]

Sorry for the pinch.

[ Just another 1 HP out of her 172 probably but still. Let's get you all patched up and toss these newly bloody bandages out. Her words don't seem to have too much of an affect on his unease, but he's trying for what it's worth. ]

Don't blame yourself for it.

...

We'll see...

[ablazement]

Eh, doesn't hurt. Thanks.

[carefully rests her tail against his foot as he works, staring at the door.]

At least we're all together in here, yeah? Bit crowded, but.

[recession]

[ Tucking in the edge of a bandage. Done. ]

Hope you're not thinking about trying that one more time...

[ He's not sure if all being together is a good thing here, but he'll remain silent on that front. ]

[ablazement]

[guiltily:]

... No. [convincing]

[recession]

Karlach...

[ Right after he's just redone your shoulder?? ]

[ablazement]

I'm not going to!

[like, NOW she's not going to.]

Anyway.

[recession]

[ Uh-huh . . . ]

[ablazement]

[gently, recreationally bonks him with her tail while pretending she's not doing it]

[recession]

[ Also gently brushing this tail aside but like in a polite way. ]

Should I babysit the babysitter...?

[ablazement]

[thank you for being polite about her being annoying]

I've been told I'm pretty hard to babysit. Too big.

[recession]

[ ... He holds onto her tail, fingers curling around it softly. ]

...Doesn't matter.

[ablazement]

[her tail settles when he does. the little triangle portion of it that is at the very end rests on top of his fingers.]

You're gonna try anyway, huh.

[recession]

[ He mumbles something vague under his breath, inaudible -- barely a breath even released, before he goes quiet, and settles for something simple. ]

Yeah. Someone should.

[ablazement]

[...]

I trust you to do it, so that's great to hear.

[recession]

[ Slightly more at ease, maybe? ]

I'm going to check all the windows we have just in case.

[ablazement]

[a little smile!!]

Aye aye, soldier. Don't work too hard.

[recession]

[ Fails btw just find him sitting somewhere with wine later this place is not big. Goodbye, hello curfew. ]

[ablazement]

[HELP NOOOOO DAAN!!!]