[ Primrose doesn't look thrilled with her latest adventure-- but she's since scrubbed off the bit of blood and slime left from the leeches on her legs, so you know what, it could be worse. Like. She could be this beautiful man lying on one of the couches.
... Huh.
Slowly, she leans over the arm, hair spilling over her shoulder to lightly touch his forehead. ]
[ honestly i think it sounds like she had it much worse with the leeches, and the bleeding. but she is currently mobile, and he is not, so who is the winner here, really? ]
... Mmph.
[ yuri makes a very eloquent sound, and rolls himself over so that he's burying himself into the back cushions of the couch as well. it's cosy here. ]
[ the benefits of playing a nicknamer - things like this. but her moment of hesitation is lost, being as he is with his face buried in a cushion. ]
...
[ but he will hear the jingle of jewelry when she comes back! and he will extract himself just enough to glance up at her before forcing himself to sit up and take the glass. ]
Tell me, was your boat trip as eventful as mine was? Or did I just get really lucky?
I can't say we decided to become intoxicated, but we were beset upon by leeches and at one juncture had to turn the boat onto its side to pass through a corridor.
Swoon away, if you want. I have leanings, but nothing's set in stone. [ says becks, heelieing wildly away from her multiple het crimes ]
[ but in modern terms the words "disaster bi" come to mind ]
[ still, more important things include helping the poor lady who become a leech snack to tend to her wounds. imagine if there was a first aid kit of some description here? wouldn't that be something. ]
Kind, nonetheless. Which you're right, does not need to apply to being a knight. [ She pauses, as though she's still not used to? Being helped?? But-- ]
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Week 0, Wednesday (post-mini event)
... Huh.
Slowly, she leans over the arm, hair spilling over her shoulder to lightly touch his forehead. ]
Yuri?
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... Mmph.
[ yuri makes a very eloquent sound, and rolls himself over so that he's burying himself into the back cushions of the couch as well. it's cosy here. ]
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[ Or are you trying to make out with the cushions, it's really hard to tell ]
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[ it's terrible.
and yeah, he's kissing the cushions it's all the action he needs. ]
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I don't believe embracing a cushion will help. Shall I fetch you some water?
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It would be appreciated, Prim. Thanks.
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Well. No point in lingering on it. ]
One moment, then. [ And she's gone! The gentle clinking of jewelry will announce her return and then she's leaning down to offer the glass. ]
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...
[ but he will hear the jingle of jewelry when she comes back! and he will extract himself just enough to glance up at her before forcing himself to sit up and take the glass. ]
Tell me, was your boat trip as eventful as mine was? Or did I just get really lucky?
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[ She even sounds tired. ]
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Leeches?
[ oh. gross. gross! ]
Man, I'll take the wooziness drunkeness over that.
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[ She hates it. She still feels gross. ]
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You sorted out any nasty bites? Or are you just bleeding all over the common room while the room's spinning?
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[ Look, she'd tried. ]
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I haven't seen any medical supplies around. But there is a bar. [ vodka'll disinfect a wound, right? right. ]
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[ Might as well douse her legs in vodka why the hell not ]
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[ what an exciting way to round up the day. ]
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[ Just saying. He still looks very unsteady. ]
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Me hating the smell of it, or infected leech bites. I know which one is worse, don’t worry.
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[ As it stands, she only smiles instead. ]
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[ but in modern terms the words "disaster bi" come to mind ]
[ still, more important things include helping the poor lady who become a leech snack to tend to her wounds. imagine if there was a first aid kit of some description here? wouldn't that be something. ]
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At a later date, perhaps. Swooning doesn't seem to be the best course of action right now. [ Since. Well. Look at them.
Still, she can walk just fine, so to the bar! Surely there's some helpful vodka around that's definitely good for leech bites. ]
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I think the only swooning you're in any risk of doing is from blood loss. Hang on, I won't be a moment.
[ he'll be vanishing to the kitchen for a moment, and when he returns he will have--- kitchen towels! and a regular towel or two as well. ]
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[ Please, it looks worse than it is!! Who swoons from blood loss, that's stupid. ]
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Ahh. Not knightly enough to be a knight, unfortunately. Not above helping though.
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Kind, nonetheless. Which you're right, does not need to apply to being a knight. [ She pauses, as though she's still not used to? Being helped?? But-- ]
... Thank you.
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