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[masticated]

[he ran himself ragged, killing two people back to back and having shanks jump him today. he's not used to the physical exhaustion that can't be slept away or killed for.]

I need, [he extends his leg with a wince, pointing with the toe of his shoe toward a chest of drawers out of reach.] what's in there. One more cigarette for the road.

[he swallows, grabs a needle and thread and begins working a stitch through an open gash.]

Not exactly a fair fight if you ask me, y'know. [his voice is nearly a whisper. not a lot a guy can do about irritating his throat when he's used to talking so much.] Three guys, three of 'em, came after me.

[longlegs]

[ She follows his lead, takes out a pack, picks out a cigarette, picks up the lighter that's somewhere in there, too. Cellar watches Saber take care of the open gash, something unfeeling in her expression. She's seen worse. Saber has healed worse in her, too, at the cost of some random guy's life. ]

And here you are. [ She'll hand over the cigarette and light it whenever Saber gives the signal. ] You're stronger, even without your powers.

[ Worth admiring. But also terrifying. ]

[masticated]

[teeth catch the cigarette and he's inhaling, exhaling through his nose, talking through the corner of his mouth while his hands are busy.]

No shit I'm stronger. You don't get to be my age without– [his breath catches, head drooping to hide irritation (at himself), expert hands paused over the wound before a shaky sigh is released.] knowin' how to play dirty.

[his good eye locks on to the stitches he's done. an alright job, for the shape he's in, and he holds the remaining thread out to her.]

Can you bite this?

[longlegs]

[ A nod, quietly, and she snaps it with her teeth. This is a contrast from the state she found him in not that long ago, when he was preparing himself to die by his own hand. He refused to do that this time. He fucking refused to die. Seeing every blow to his body, face deformed by bruises, she feels grateful that he's still here. ]

[masticated]

[he watches her lean down, the second's worth glean of her teeth used for such a gritty task making the corner of his mouth tug upward. he moves on to the next, every gash a little less worse than the one before. it's clear he started strong from where the gashes are and dodged the fatal attacks before tiring, body capitulating to assault.]

I'm not livin' like a cripple. If anything else happens to me, I dunno.

[a shrug. he pauses, abandoning his job to remove the cigarette from his lips.]

On a scale of one to ten how fucked up do I look?

[longlegs]

Ten's the max?

[ A little sarcastic, but her concern is there. She crosses her arms once he's got nothing else to ask of her hands or her teeth. ]

Who were the guys? Did you know them?

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[masticated]

No idea, I think they knew tiny.

[koby.]

Red hair, blond hair, black hair. Black hair didn't do as much as the other two. He tried to break the fight up. [he shimmies himself backwards until he's pressed up against the wall.] They ring any bells to you?

[longlegs]

[ Cellar frowns, thinking. ]

Long red hair?

[masticated]

Not that long. I guess kinda longer than mine... [trailing off, his one good eye blinks as he tries to remember.] I think his name was Shanks. That's what one of them called him.

[longlegs]

Okay.

[ Shanks. She'll have to remember that name, watch out for him. Not that Saber's a stranger to fights - or to giving as good as he gets - but it has to be jarring to be this hurt and without the option of using his Raíz-given power to heal. ]

You wanna rest for a while? I can bring you food. Try to grab some painkillers while I'm at it.

[masticated]

Uh-huh. Get me the good stuff, will ya? Bet that crazy bitch Misty would have somethin' to knock me out.

[he slumps a bit lower, fingers tracing over a few stitches.]

If I'm dead before you get back, you know who to blame.

🎀!

[longlegs]

[ She's not above sneaking and stealing from Crazy Bitch Misty; there's no way in hell Cellar's properly asking her for anything. The more distance she has from that woman, the better. ]

Except you won't be dead before I'm back. You're not doing that anymore.

[ curbyourenthusiasm.mp3 ]

See you in a bit.