week four ♡ wednesday ♡ fie claussell

[jokered]

[he already knows he can't do much to stop anything when someone's in one of those rooms. all he can do is try to end the illusion like was done for him—

a lure, more or less.

he's figured out how to stop it from his own experience, given how he has a nice looking set of deep clawmarks on his cheek, so akira will stand a few feet back from the door and clap loudly.

nailed it.]

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[jokered]

[he'll guide her to the center of the room, a safe distance from all the doors, motioning for her to sit; he'll follow suit, bringing a hand to his cheek.

that shit still stings.]

I think we're good on door opening for a while.

[sylfied]

Yeah. [ she's slumping down, drawing her legs closer to her chest. Her arms are still bleeding, but Fie doesn't seem to care. ]

I think we've learned all we need to.

[jokered]

More than enough.

[though he seems to care about her injuries here.]

We should take care of that.

[sylfied]

I don't have any bandages and Lief still has my scarf.

[ She thought about it. For like ten seconds. ]

[jokered]

Hm.

[a pause, and.]

I've still got a sleeve left.

[he already used one to treat his own injury, but he can destroy the other if he really needs to.]

[sylfied]

Don't worry about it. They're not that deep.

[ Don't waste your sleeve on her arms please. ]

[jokered]

[he frowns a bit, but it's not like he can entirely argue it.]

At least try to clean them up as soon as we can. [not that he can say much, when he's injured too.]

[sylfied]

... I will.

[ ... ]

Sorry. But you really don't have to worry about me. You're hurt, too.

[jokered]

It's just a cat scratch, it's nothing I can't handle. I already took care of it the best I could, anyway.

[he's fine? he's fine.]

[sylfied]

... A cat did that?

[jokered]

"Morgana."

[not really morgana, it's bullshit.]