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 Posted: Tue Jul 23, 2013 6:58 am
Amrita shook her head as quickly as she dared, her hands raising to refuse his offer in a panic. "N-no, no, it's okay! Don't waste your seeds on me! I'll go shopping when I'm better, I promise!" She never really did respond well to creatures who offered to buy her things. It was a kindness she didn't think she'd ever deserve and besides...they had their own things to worry about. "I'll...I don't know, wear a tank top and your poncho until then. If...that's okay." Her index fingers poited together, but almost immediately after that she settled back into a position that wouldn't obstruct his work.
"Haha...Maybe these are just especially bad wounds, and my core is telling me enough's enough?" She mused, only half-jokingly. She knew these were especially bad wounds - not as bad as the ones she had received from that blonde kid - and that it was probably her core screaming at her as a warning. She really needed to stop getting her stomach and torso injured, who knows what would happen if she kept this up.
"It's fine, don't worry about being nice on my account. I have a pretty high pain tolerance all things considered." She let her expression slip very obviously into a poker face for a moment. Because she was a Warrior. Hah.
"I really appreciate you doing this, Mot. I owe you one."
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Posted: Tue Jul 23, 2013 9:41 am
Mot laughed and waved a hand. "It's fine, it's fine. I won't buy anything if it frazzles you so much. Just use the poncho. Honestly, my gift to you." He barely wore that one anymore, and he hadn't missed it all that much while it was missing. It was best to see old clothes get used by others.
"That may be so. The core has a way of telling us when we have hit our limits." His smile softened, finishing the last of his Fear Healing on her stomach wound. "Pushing yourself is healthy and all, but not if it means destroying yourself. Be careful, Amrita. You have friends who love you."
Mot shook his head with a smile, gently dressing her wounds with fresh bandages. "You owe me nothing. Although a pretty smile or two wouldn't hurt~." A cheeky grin replaced his peaceful smile, his tone teasing.
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Posted: Tue Jul 23, 2013 9:57 am
"Poncho it is~" Amrita agreed with a little nod, relieved that the conversation about buying her things was over and done with. "I've been trying to be careful, sometimes it just doesn't work out the way I want it to." The ghoul sighed in relief as the pain in her stomach grew less intense, settling for a dull throb instead of the stabbing that it had been.
Mot's 'payment' for his help brought an odd colour to her face, blushing lightly at the sweet words from the too-charming Reaper. "Uhh...Er...Y-yeah that's not...even close to being equal." She pulled on her own hair for a moment with a frown, and then pointed at him with her uninjured arm. "I'll think of something to pay you back for this! Just you wait."
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Posted: Tue Jul 23, 2013 10:01 am
Mot could only warn her to be careful so many times, so he smiled and nodded. If she was trying, he'd have to trust her.
"No?" Mot smiled, seemingly a little amused at her embarrassment. "Well, I'll be waiting for payment, whatever form it comes in. Since you insist on giving it." Mot laughed, and got up from his chair. He walked across the room ad grabbed the poncho, bringing it back so Amrita wouldn't have to struggle with her old shirt.
Laying the garment in front of her, he sat back down for now. "Is there anything else you need while I'm here? I've brought you lots of books, got you all patched up again." He smiled warmly, "Need more company? A nap?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 23, 2013 10:23 am
"I insist." She replied stubbornly, looking at the poncho that was dumped on her lap. Her fingers worked to undo the fasteners on it so she could easily slip it around her shoulders before closing it back up again, smoothing it down and moving to check if any of her bandages were visible under it. Well, if she didn't move too much...it'd probably be okay. His question made her look thoughtful, her head tilting as she considered it. Well, the company would be nice...but she was exhausted.
"Mmm...I definitely need both. But I couldn't ask for your company while I have a nap, so..." She toyed with her hair again, humming thoughtfully. "I suppose...I could nap now, to let your healing do it's thing?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 23, 2013 10:26 am
Mot chuckled. "Well if you don't already have my number, I can give you that so you can always text me later." While he enjoyed Amrita's company, is was remarkably more enjoyable when she was conscious.
"I do agree that my healing will only go so far without proper bed rest on your part."
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Posted: Tue Jul 23, 2013 10:42 am
"Nah, I think I have it from after the RA thing...which I still have to finish putting together." Amrita chuckled sheepishly; between Prom and getting injured, the Dorm RA thing slipped entirely. Once she got better though, her focus was going towards that. "Okay, so it's settled. I'll take a nap, and I'll see you around? You'll definitely hear from me when I go choose what wood will suit that table." Though it wouldn't be so much as hear from her as listen to her panic, because she knew next to nothing about the different types of wood, just that when they rotted, it was kinda pretty.
"Thanks again, Mot. I really appreciate the help...and your ability to keep secrets." She lifted her arms as high as they would go, apparently expecting a hug.
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Posted: Tue Jul 23, 2013 10:54 am
"Okay good." Mot nodded. While he was excited for the RA thing to go through, he had many other things on his plate as well. Like thinking of how he would execute the design of the table. Ah~ So excited.
Mot smiled widely as he arms lifted ever so hesitantly. The tall boil leaned and gave her a soft hug. He didn't want to strain those wounds. "You're welcome. Anything for a friend." Their friendship had started off rather oddly, in fact they pretty well butted heads. But to be trusted with a secret was precious.
He let her go and stood, giving her another nod. "Rest up. Text me anytime you get lonely, okay?" Or if she needed his help, obviously. With that though, Mot headed for the door.
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Posted: Tue Jul 23, 2013 10:59 am
She certainly never expected to find a friend in Mot, but hey...she had been surprised before. "Will do, take care!" Just in case, she watched him leave, and stared at the door for a moment or two before she acknowledged that it wasn't going to open again with a concerned passer by. Content now, she snuggled back down into her bed and stared at the ceiling until the comforting fold of sleep enveloped her.
Luckily, she didn't have to wait too long.
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