[ Hahahaha yes she is. Her pupils are like fucking pinpricks, which only makes the glowy irises more apparent, and she stares at Squalo's bloody arm with extreme interest. Like, wow. That's really red. Why has she never appreciated how very red fresh blood is before?
It takes a few seconds for her to remember that blood is bad, and that she needs to start bandaging. Oops. ]
I'm in full control of my faculties! Someone who was high wouldn't even be able to say-- oh, that - oh. You should take your vicodin. For the thingy. The pain? And also because you are stupid cute when you're high, which is still a thing that I am not. Hey, why is "high as balls" even a term, anyway? It isn't as though they're especially high up?
[ She's being surprisingly efficient with the bandaging, even making sure to pack the deeper wounds with extra material before wrapping them. The process isn't as gentle as it would be if she were sober, though. Chattering away like an idiot is kind of distracting. As is the vague sense of euphoria. And the way that touching anything kind of makes it feel like there's popping candy under her skin. Neat. ]
Unless you're really small, I guess. Smaller than me. Minute. God, I - do you know how lame it is to be small when everyone around you is a freaking - a really tall - when everyone else has so much leg??
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[ Hahahaha yes she is. Her pupils are like fucking pinpricks, which only makes the glowy irises more apparent, and she stares at Squalo's bloody arm with extreme interest. Like, wow. That's really red. Why has she never appreciated how very red fresh blood is before?
It takes a few seconds for her to remember that blood is bad, and that she needs to start bandaging. Oops. ]
I'm in full control of my faculties! Someone who was high wouldn't even be able to say-- oh, that - oh. You should take your vicodin. For the thingy. The pain? And also because you are stupid cute when you're high, which is still a thing that I am not. Hey, why is "high as balls" even a term, anyway? It isn't as though they're especially high up?
[ She's being surprisingly efficient with the bandaging, even making sure to pack the deeper wounds with extra material before wrapping them. The process isn't as gentle as it would be if she were sober, though. Chattering away like an idiot is kind of distracting. As is the vague sense of euphoria. And the way that touching anything kind of makes it feel like there's popping candy under her skin. Neat. ]
Unless you're really small, I guess. Smaller than me. Minute. God, I - do you know how lame it is to be small when everyone around you is a freaking - a really tall - when everyone else has so much leg??