|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Sun Oct 27, 2013 12:12 am
:Gabriel pushed open the door to his apartment, stepping inside and holding it for Des. "You can take a seat on the couch, I'll go get the first aid kit and some bandages, okay?" He said, taking a slow breath, the apartment was reasonably clean, though a little sparse on furniture - a couch, a TV, and a small kitchen area were readily visible, with two doors leading off to the bedroom and bathroom. "I'll only be a minute or two."
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Oct 27, 2013 12:36 am
Des looked around as he entered the apartment, not quite bee lining for the couch. "It's nice. Could use some art." He teased. "But I like it." Des nodded as he flopped on the couch, careful not to get blood on it. "You might be in luck Angel, it didn't go all the way through." Des said as he felt over his shoulder.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Oct 27, 2013 11:50 am
Gabriel laughed softly. "Haven't really had a chance to decorate," he admitted, as he ducked into the bathroom to grab the first aid kit. "Good!" He called back, walking out with gauze pads, medical tape, and a bottle of alcohol and cotton swabs. "Take your shirt off, so I can get at it?"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Oct 27, 2013 1:27 pm
No exit would. Score. The purple haired boy sighed in relief. He really dodged a bullet there. Des blinked stupidly a few times at Gabriel as he sat beside him. "...What?"
Okay so maybe not completely dodged.
He blinked again before looking at his shoulder. And then, grabbing one half in his good hand and the other in his mouth, he tore a decent sized hole in his shirt. "Uhm..." He offered stupidly.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Oct 27, 2013 2:19 pm
Gabriel grumbled, frustrated. "Or you can do that," he said, and then he pulled out the swab and poured alcohol on it, carefully wiping at Des's shoulder and sighing heavily.
"How are you doing? No shock, nothing like that?" He pressed the gauze to the wound, pulling the tear a little wider. "Hold this, will you, so I can tape it down?" It was a pain to work around the ripped shirt, but it was obvious to him that Des wasn't going to do more than that.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Oct 27, 2013 2:43 pm
Des just smiled, ignoring the grump. "I have my reason's? Oooooow okay that stings." The purple haired boy just shook his head. "From this little thing? Hell no. I told you earlier I've done worse. How bout you?" Desmond just humed quietly as he held the gauze. "I'll get it checked over by a doctor tomorrow.. This should do for now."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Oct 27, 2013 3:35 pm
Gabriel rolled his eyes, pulling out the tape and sticking the gauze onto Des's shoulder. "What, bad tattoo?" He asked. He doubted it was that. "I might need a third hand on my shoulder and my chest, but my face is barely a scratch." He pulled off his shirt, revealing perhaps a surprising amount of muscle and scarring.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Oct 27, 2013 3:46 pm
... Well it was better then nothing.
"Horrendous tattoo. Trying to get it covered and it's just being a pain in the a**." Okay so it was partly true. "There are just some things you just can't control Angel." The purple haired boy had something else he wanted to say but the words died in his throat as Gabriel removed his shirt.
Bad idea. Abort abort damn it.
"....What was I saying?"
Smooth
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Oct 27, 2013 4:37 pm
Gabriel shrugged. "That sucks," he said, and then he settlied into cleaning the cut on his cheek. He raised his eyebrow at Des. "You okay?" He asked. The last thing he was thinking of was how seeing him shirtless might affect the other man (alright, second t last, he was most definitely not thinking about how Des had kissed him that definitely hadn't happened nope.) He finished with those face and moved to his chest. "Can you help me out with this?"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Oct 27, 2013 5:05 pm
"Tell me about it." He laughed, trying to cover up his mental laps. "Peachy. Tired, bruised and battered. And that's just from the paint ball." He teased, kind of lying through his teeth. "Uhm yeah." Des snorted lightly as he tentatively held the bandage.. "My shadow clone and you end up with more cuts then I do."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Oct 27, 2013 5:37 pm
"If you want, you can stay here tonight, I'll sleep on the couch," Gabriel offered without thinking. He moved his hand out of the way and shrugged. "I've had a lot worse," he said. Like a spear to the gut from his General, or the agony of corruption and then promotion to Captain. "I mean, I was the one who wrestled with it while it had a knife," he pointed out dryly, moving to clean the cut on his upper arm.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Oct 27, 2013 6:28 pm
"Angel, I am not kicking you out of your bed. I'm fine with the couch, really." He snorted. "You only tackled it because you were trying to get it off me." He sighed, poking the tape. "At least I know you can handle your own. Though uh... Must say I kind wasn't expecting... well, this." Des said as he waved a hand.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Oct 27, 2013 6:37 pm
"I can't make you sleep on the couch, you're the guest here," Gabriel said, shaking his head firmly. He shrugged. "Well, I wasn't going to let it hurt you again." Then, he blinked slowly. "This? What do you mean?"
Obliviousness was a nice thing.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Oct 27, 2013 6:54 pm
"I wanna point out I made you sleep on the couch. And yes that totally counts." Des deadpanned. "Seriously. I'll be fine on the couch." He shrugged eyeing the various crisscrossing patterns of the scars. "The scars mostly. Though uh, the muscle is a bit of a surprise. No offense. I just, didn't expect it?" And to think, he had spent an afternoon sketching the man. How did he miss that.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Oct 27, 2013 7:51 pm
"Yeah, but I was also sleeping on you," Gabriel pointed out. "It was more comfortable than this thing, probably." He stretched, and then glanced down. "Oh, uh, yeah, that's just...stuff." Oh god, he couldn't exactly explain those. "I guess it doesn't fit with what you'd expect from me, huh?"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Reply
![[Mistress Morbid]'s avatar](https://a1cdn.gaiaonline.com/dress-up/avatar/ava/3e/dd/5052589139dd3e_flip.png?t=1545372613_6.00_11)