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 Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2016 7:17 pm
"Yes, you did and I appreciate them. You're such a gentleman." She wrinkled his nose at how he seemed to believe he would tend his own hand. That was completely ridiculous; it would feature the same frustrations one had painting their non-dominant hand's nails. She nudged his offered hand out of the way and sat beside him. Opening the kit, she pulled out alcohol swabs, a sterile pad in its packet, and a roll of tape. "And let me play Florence Nightengale for you," she added. "I don't want you getting infected." She gently brought his wounded hand over to rest on her knee and bent her dark head over it. Then she tore open an alcohol swab. Her touch to the scratches was gentle and barely there; he could tell she was nearly holding her breath as she focused on her work.
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Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2016 7:24 pm
He realized that he wasn't going to be dressing his own wounds pretty quickly. They weren't serious by any means, but Misha was taking incredible care with him. When his hand met her knee he began to smile, and he glanced between her delicate hands and her focused expression a few times. She really was a good friend, wasn't she? Where would he be without her?
He waited patiently for her to finish, rather than submit to the urge to pretend he was hurt and scare her. It might have worked as a break in tension to make her feel less serious about the whole thing, but it was also probably pretty mean. She wanted to take good care of him, and not every person in the world cared enough about each other to do so.
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Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2016 7:34 pm
Once Brian's hand was properly cleaned and wrapped, Misha lifted her head again and smiled prettily for him, grey eyes warm on him. Thank heavens for basic first aid classes back at the Prytaneum. She never wanted to see Brian injured and be unable to help him. "Not bad, huh?" she chuckled. She then raised his hand and pressed a kiss over the bandage, mischief in the gesture as she mimicked countless mothers worldwide kissing boo-boos better. "Do you have anything else that needs attention?"
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Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2016 7:41 pm
"No, no, I'm good." He reached up and touched the tip of Misha's nose with a finger, almost as if to distract her as he leaned over to capture her head with the other hand and give her hair a good kiss. "Thank you, Miss Nightengale."
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Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2016 8:06 pm
As much as he might have been trying to distract her, Misha still felt the kiss brush over her wet hair and she smiled with contented pleasure. "Good." Releasing his hand, she drew back to study his face. Then she lifted a finger and pressed it to his nose in a mirror of what he had done to her. She offered a smirk. "Now let's go to bed."
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Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2016 3:47 pm
Brian's somewhat relaxed smile spread back out at the nose-beep. He knew that they were equally as exhausted and equally as stressed, but Misha seemed to be venting it in cuteness. He liked that.
"After you," he said, with a sweeping gesture to the sleeping bags on the floor. He stood himself, though, and approached his own to crawl inside. Sleep would be so nice, especially a dreamless one.
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Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2016 6:24 pm
Misha watched him move for a moment but was soon right behind him, kneeling and crawling into her own sleeping back. She wriggled some until she was directly beside him. Instead of lying down immediately, though, she reached into her bag and retrieved a hair tie. With quick, practiced fingers, she combed out her hair and wound it into a heavy braid. Then she smiled at him, abruptly leaned over, and kissed Brian's cheek. "Goodnight, Brian," she whispered as she returned to her sleeping bag and lay down, tucking a throw pillow under her head as she turned onto her side to face him. "Thank you. For everything." Her hand slipped out of her bag and searched for his.
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bobaTJ rolled 1 100-sided dice:
20
Total: 20 (1-100)
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Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2016 7:05 pm
Brian slipped into his sleeping bag and laid back, crossing his arms behind his head. He watched as Misha put up her hair and wondered briefly what it was like to have so much of it. He'd never gone through the punky long hair stage, although the military had probably had a lot to do with that. When she joined him on the floor, though, he rolled over to face her reflexively. He felt himself smiling like an idiot and didn't really care.
Misha gathered into her pillow, and Brian used his feet to squish himself up toward the couch to grab another pillow, then slid right back and settled his cheek down on it.
"Thank you," he said, and he watched Misha's hand emerge and come to him. He took it without question. He would sleep better than tonight, in a 'haunted' house, better than he has slept in a good long time.
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ShortGreen rolled 1 100-sided dice:
26
Total: 26 (1-100)
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Posted: Wed Nov 23, 2016 4:51 pm
1-40: Corrupted Fish Oil: Coat your weapon with this oil and add 2 to your final damage that round. The vial contains 5 uses
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