[log] yikes all around [closed]

[bloodbiter]

Characters: Adelina and Cassel
Location: House 126
Date: 195
Summary: Post labyrinth shenanigans!
Warnings: Possible description/discussion of injury, but there shouldn't be anything more!

[When she wakes up from that awful scene, it's with a gasp despite herself. It was... Was it an illusion, a memory of someone else? Either way, calm down, calm down. She has other things to attend to, so she doesn't let herself focus on whatever it was she just saw quite yet.

Instead, she's automatically pushing herself off the mattress, looking around to see where she is now - it's where she remembers. She pushes her hair out of her face, giving herself a quick once over to make sure everything is in order, before she stands to look around for her companion.]

Cassel?

Comments

[theurgy]

Okay.

[It's as good of a plan as any, and honestly, Cassel is starting to realize how more cut out for this she is than he is.]

I messaged Ginger before we all got trapped in the maze. She's going to make some pants and gloves for you.

[bloodbiter]

[She pauses, surprised for a moment by that.]

You didn't ask her for anything for yourself? Not even proper shoes?

[Now who's too nice?]

[theurgy]

It's not like I have much to trade with yet. I'll figure it out later.

[bloodbiter]

But you have enough to trade for proper clothing for me.

[theurgy]

I have shoes, Adelina. You don't have gloves. It makes sense.

[bloodbiter]

I'm perfectly capable of keeping my hands in my pockets.

[A sigh.]

At least let me offer her the payment. I really would prefer it.

[theurgy]

She was being pretty difficult about me paying her at all. What are you going to give her?

[bloodbiter]

I don't know.

[A pause for thought.]

I don't want to give away any of the weaponry or medical supplies I found, but if she's a seamstress, maybe she'd like the cloth I received back.

[theurgy]

Maybe, yeah. Look, I've got a bottle of wine that I picked up to trade, anyway. You can just repay me later.

[bloodbiter]

[That surprises her, honestly.]

You should keep that. [A pause, as she realizes how that sounds.] Not because I want to drink it, but it could numb pain if anything happens to either of us.

[theurgy]

[Cassel smiles, rolling his eyes.]

Do you want to be in charge of the trading?

[bloodbiter]

[A small pause.]

If it's alright with you, I wouldn't mind it.

[theurgy]

Yes ma'am.

[Not that he's... not going to trade without her anyway. It's fine.]

[bloodbiter]

[A small laugh.]

You don't have to call me that.

[And then, she looks down at the cloth in her hands.]

I imagine the wine will be more useful than this, besides. It's not as if it's very thick, and I doubt it would be...

[Large enough to fit over both of us, she starts to say, but then she pauses.]

[theurgy]

[Up go his eyebrows!]

Would be what?

[bloodbiter]

Maybe we could make it fit somehow if we slept close to each other.

[theurgy]

Adelina. People would question my virtue.

[bloodbiter]

[There's no response, or at least not a vocal one. There is only this expression.]

[theurgy]

[He just smiles, utterly innocent.]

Look, I'm just saying.

[bloodbiter]

I hope you are not implying that it would be anything less than virtuous.

[theurgy]

[Cassel bursts out laughing.]

I'm not. It's fine, we can huddle up.

[bloodbiter]

Why are you laughing?

[theurgy]

Sometimes you're so serious.

[bloodbiter]

Of course I'm going to treat it seriously if you say something like that!

[theurgy]

[He's trying so hard not to laugh. What a jerk.]

Look, I don't hit on married girls, okay?