[There's a brief concern Maruki might pass out. An annoying problem because he doesn't have the excess energy to roll a grown around the floor like a fucked up katamari to wrap bandages.
The thought doesn't make him relent. He continues to peel red tinted wipes from his gloved hands and open new ones until the wound is coated. They're down to a single digit amount of them now. An unpleasant thought. Maruki's next battle will have to be as a last resort. Dodging will be their first lesson outside of this shithole.
Back to the video - ointment. Gauze. Bandages. The little packets of treatment low in number - while Maruki recovers and talks, he squeezes the limited supply against small slips of gauze. Tries to rub the sides together for better coverage, even if it's thin. It needs to be on the wound, not bare skin. It's during this goddamn craft session he really hears that comment a few seconds after he originally said it and-
Akechi lets out a snort of a response. If he can fuck around like this, he's holding up better than he thought.]
I still have mine for bartering if you're so desperate. I'm thinking a plate of ebi nigiri and fatty tuna will suffice. [A beat.] Jagarico too.
[He continues to unravel, disperse, press little pieces of gauze against his shoulder and back - focusing on the worst parts. There won't be enough for the entire line.
Once Maruki's situated, he'll scavenge the room. A city likely has laws and standards for the working environment. An employee area somewhere should have more than a old, floral band-aid.
A rumble. A shake. It's far away - almost sounds like a looming storm rolling into the city. The final stand of upright cosmetics toppling to the ground with a sudden crash.]
Even as a joke, I can barely stomach the thought of taking it.
[The issue is-
Maruki may need it. The dungeon had done a number on his hands and while Akechi held out for the extent he could, it did require healing at the clinic. He didn't ask where the abilities originated. The additional concern of coming back to reality with marred skin that will ruin his status compelled him to do it. He can't risk it.]
You'll need to take off your shirt for me to wrap this effectively. I'll find another one for you afterwards - this one is a lost cause anyway.
gross laughing crying throwing up summoning a void consuming the earth turns my spirit to ash
The thought doesn't make him relent. He continues to peel red tinted wipes from his gloved hands and open new ones until the wound is coated. They're down to a single digit amount of them now. An unpleasant thought. Maruki's next battle will have to be as a last resort. Dodging will be their first lesson outside of this shithole.
Back to the video - ointment. Gauze. Bandages. The little packets of treatment low in number - while Maruki recovers and talks, he squeezes the limited supply against small slips of gauze. Tries to rub the sides together for better coverage, even if it's thin. It needs to be on the wound, not bare skin. It's during this goddamn craft session he really hears that comment a few seconds after he originally said it and-
Akechi lets out a snort of a response. If he can fuck around like this, he's holding up better than he thought.]
I still have mine for bartering if you're so desperate. I'm thinking a plate of ebi nigiri and fatty tuna will suffice. [A beat.] Jagarico too.
[He continues to unravel, disperse, press little pieces of gauze against his shoulder and back - focusing on the worst parts. There won't be enough for the entire line.
Once Maruki's situated, he'll scavenge the room. A city likely has laws and standards for the working environment. An employee area somewhere should have more than a old, floral band-aid.
A rumble. A shake. It's far away - almost sounds like a looming storm rolling into the city. The final stand of upright cosmetics toppling to the ground with a sudden crash.]
Even as a joke, I can barely stomach the thought of taking it.
[The issue is-
Maruki may need it. The dungeon had done a number on his hands and while Akechi held out for the extent he could, it did require healing at the clinic. He didn't ask where the abilities originated. The additional concern of coming back to reality with marred skin that will ruin his status compelled him to do it. He can't risk it.]
You'll need to take off your shirt for me to wrap this effectively. I'll find another one for you afterwards - this one is a lost cause anyway.