minor injury meme.

[estivates]

You or your meme partner has been hurt, but don't worry! This time around it's not that bad. You can still limp your way out of this mess.

INJURIES.
1. Sprain/strain. How did you screw up walking?
2. Broken bones. Simple fractures still hurt.
3. Cuts. Hopefully one of you has a sewing kit.
4. Burns. Location, location, location. Let's pray this one isn't on your ass.
5. Concussion. No, they're most likely not holding up fifteen fingers.
6. Other. I'm not a doctor.

HOW'D IT HAPPEN.
1. Stupidity. You did this to yourself.
2. Accident. Is an unintentional attack still an attack?
3. Attack. Don't lie, you deserved it.
4. Other. It's probably still your own fault.

WHERE'D IT HAPPEN.
1. Home. Did you remember to invest in a first aid kit?
2. School/Work. This should be excellent for getting you out of doing stuff!
3. Outdoors. Predators like the smell of blood. Clean up asap.
4. In the water. Hopefully there aren't any sharks!
5. Other. Like a hospital. That'd be handy.

Comments

[lovelessacrifice]

[The contact feels good and he wishes - not for the first time - that his mind could be silent. Soubi is important to him and it's natural to want to touch him. Just for a moment, it's okay for him to stop fighting; to stop struggling, right?

He sits down on the bed, one arm still wrapped around Soubi. His free hand rests on the Fighter's chest.]

Maybe I won't give you a choice. [Judging the attacks is something he has had to learn. Very gently, he calls forth their bond and motions at the golden string.] I know what you know.

[notquitebeloved]

[For Soubi's part, he just enjoys getting this much. To touch and to hold someone so very important to him that sometimes just thinking about losing it made him hurt. But pain had never made him stop doing something, and in this he'd managed to act as if nothing weighed his heart.

His eyes close at the words and feeling their bond, a breath sighs out and he leans a little more against Ritsuka.]

Then it will be as you order.

[lovelessacrifice]

[So it comes down to an order. He should have expected it. Soubi is that kind of boy. His chest expands as he takes a deep breath and he tips his head back, eyes fixed on Soubi's features.]

Do you care about me because you were ordered to? What about your happiness? Your choices? Don't they matter?

[notquitebeloved]

[Of course it comes down to an order. It rarely doesn't.

He blinks at the gaze fixed on him, expression sobering a little. Then further at the words and he reaches a hand up to loosely wrap fingers around Ritsuka's neck. No pressure. Just touch, as he marvels at the boy for a moment.]

At first it was just because I was ordered to. But I never expected to really care for you.

[His lips slowly curl up again after a moment.]

My happiness? I don't deserve to be happy. My choices are meaningless if they don't fit with my orders.