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Who: SS Red Fish crew
Broadcast: nup
Action: yurp. It's a crew mingle!
When: Today/forward-dated according to preference.

[Holy smokes, Red Fish had four people now! They're almost finished forming a five man band. Who's gonna be the leader? Who's gonna be the lancer? If Hange is the leader, is Zhas the lancer? Wait, obviously Zhas is The Big Guy. So Coil is The Smart Guy? Does Nunnally have to be the chick? No way, Nunnally. We believe in you. You're way too useful to be the chick. UwU ♥ ]

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Now you've got me curious.

[She comes back with stuff for him. Gonna do the hand-treating thing!]

Mm... [he thinks for a while longer. looking, but not looking. his hand stings a little, but he stays very still while she treats him.]

...What do you dream about.

[She's steady-handed. She's worked with horses before and with teenagers, both of which require some sense of stability to be stable themselves.]

Goals? Or literal dreams?

[Ah, she's pretty quick. Almost done already... it would be harder if it was a more serious injury.]

[and, thankfully, she won't leave to find one of their crewmates with a black eye or other terrible injury. the wounds are a little scuffed, so it was probably a wall, or a crate, or... something tougher than human skin. his voice is as even and gravelly as usual.]

Literal.

[Gauging that, but she won't bring it up. Woke up from a nightmare, huh? Is her guess, at least, and it seems like a solid enough one from her perspective.]

Being outside the wall.

[Among other things but... oooohhhh yes. She has all kinds of dreams about that. The small abrasions are now clean. She'll finish wrapping them up and go to get a cold pack for him. Keep that swelling down.]

[while she does that, he finally looks at her work. he can still flex his fingers well enough, though the stinging hasn't quite stopped yet. the wounds are being cleaned out. it'll burn away everything that doesn't belong there.]

What do you look like.

Well, I'm not looking at myself... But I always look the same. [She gestures at her own face.

And yeah, cold pack time. They're kept cold enough to be kind of uncomfortable. She goes and gets one, wraps a towel on it so it won't get the few bandages she put on wet.]

[eugh, cold pack... he'll take it and press it against his fingers like a good patient. he only nods to what she says, though. maybe the answer was what he was looking for, maybe it wasn't.]

[Good boy. She pats him on the arm again and starts putting the stuff she spread out to deal with his cuts away.]

And you? [mildly; not going to push it.]

... This face.

[considering he's wearing his usual face paint, it's not hard to guess what he means. he looks down at his own hand, eyes moving over something that's not there--until he looks up and seems to snap out of it.]

Doesn't matter. Just thinking.

Speaking of the paint... I notice you're wearing that more these days, big guy. [She doesn't appear to be paying attention to him all that closely, concentrating on putting her things away.]

Did Nunnally or I make you mad or something? [pretty lightly]

It's not for that.

[if his hand is patched up, he'll do what he always does... which is start to leave and hope the conversation drops.]

[nnnnnnnope. nope. not so easy big guy. she puts one last thing away, looks up to see he's leaving, and trails casually after him.]

Mind telling me what the reason for that is?

Yes.

[h-haha so apparently he wants to be difficult now, too.]

Something to do with your little friend, hm?

[he glances her way, briefly, but doesn't say anything.]

[She's gonna chalk it up to a yes pending further evidence otherwise, because Coil is the factor that changed, at least as far as she can see.]

How's he settling in?

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[...a quiet sigh. he waves his hand in that so-so gesture he's so fond of.]

Anything I can do?

[he shakes his head. even if he can think of something later... he'd put off asking her until the last minute.]

[She'll be watching. :|

Actually, she's just gonna go back to what she was doing, in that case.]

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