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[Got that right, it's not how it works. She frowns as she continues to heal up her orange friend, which is the only thing preventing her from crossing her arms at him right now.]

Weren't your eyes bothering you before you got two matching shiners?

I mean, is having shit eyesight really a bother if you're used to it? [he's pushing it and he knows it] I found glasses to deal with that anyway.

It's just some bruising, I can't even feel the one.

Not feeling pain is never a good sign, Ben. [She frowns.] You just -- stay right there.

[at the very least, he stays where he is]

It's on the bad side. That's normal for me.

[Oh good, he was getting hit in his replacement eye. You know, the one which no one had technological ability to fix, that she knew of anyway, or even replace.]

Oh good. So you've got a replacement eye somewhere in case that one gets damaged?

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You sound like - hell, I can't even pick. [suffice to say, he's heard this before] It's fine, it isn't fragile or anything. Want me to take it out and prove it?

No! Are you insane? [Clearly exasperated with EVERYONE at this bar, she turns to her orange friend who I will now name Tom for convenience sake, although it is not very alieny.] I want you to stand there and stop talking to me so I can finish up with Tom and then see if you knocked anything else loose.

[Tom gives Ben a long-suffering look. He has not known Katara long, but she made her displeasure at being invited to come along to this fight club Known and so... here we are.]

[he opens his mouth to continue the argument, but she tells him to shut up, so he does. Instead he just sighs, and turns, as if he's looking around -

And reaches up to push something behind his ear, and turns his hand to catch his fake eye as it pops out.

When he turns back it's as Katara's finishing up, and he has one eye shut and his hands folded behind his back, as though he's patiently waiting]

[Katara finishes healing Tom's ribs. "Thank you, Katara. I'll wait for you over there, alright?"

She nods at him, her focus shifting to Ben, and Tom fades into the orange background.] ...why is your eye closed?

[She has a Bad Feeling about this.]

[oh he's gonna die.

He keeps his eye closed and holds out his hand, opening it up to show her the eye. Not attached, it just looks like a ball of - not quite glass, dim inside with a little dongle on one of the ends that looks like it attaches to something]

Proving I can't bust it easily, duh.

[this death will be maybe worth it]

[ Okay, no. What? Why? ]

This is proving a point? Taking it out, safely, yourself?

[Katara is approaching him with each comma, tbh.] That has nothing to do with it getting damaged in the ring unless you throw it on the ground and step on it -- and don't you dare!

[She comes right up to him and putting her hands on her hips.] Why would you even take that out here? That's so unsanitary!

[his nose wrinkles up like he was considering throwing it on the ground and stepping on it but now he's not going to because she'll get even more mad.

For his part he just stands there as she approaches, not at all phased by her anger. He brought it on himself, that much he knows, he'll accept the wrath]

Yes? 'Cuz if I can take it out, safely, myself, then I can make sure it doesn't get damaged - which it can't unless you blow it up or whatever. Also -

[he opens that eye, and it's . . . just metal, or what looks like metal, behind it. With a little plug where the eye is. He does it quickly, though, with a gesture, because this is a step past what he's comfortable with on a good day and he's pushing, but - well, he likes to fuck with people he likes] See? It'll take more than a few whacks to do any damage. That's my point.

[...moon and stars.

How much of his face had been destroyed and reconstructed? That... looked like it had impacted part of his skull; metal was behind his eye-socket. What.]

[She takes a breath.]

And my point is that you shouldn't be so reckless! Maybe you can take it out and put it back in safely, but that doesn't mean that is always going to be something in your control! Unless you've got someone who can repair that technology that I don't know about, you're taking a stupid risk!

[he rolls his eye . . . then pops the other one back in (after turning away, he's not going to gross her out further) so he can roll both of them together, properly] I think you're overreacting to me getting punched in the face a few times, but okay, I'll try to be more careful.

[which is Ben speak for "I appreciate your concern and will take it under advisement" but not actually put it into action"]

Oh, you've made what you think very clear.

[She crosses her arms.]

Well yeah, I just said it.

[Ben please]

It's not what you said, it's the way you said it. It's the, 'that's nice, thank you for your concern, but I'm going to go get my head beat in anyway.' [ An angry gesture toward the ring.

WHY ARE MEN LIKE THIS. ]

Did you forget the part where I do this weekly back home? If I thought I was in danger of damaging my shit, I wouldn't do it. I'm not a complete idiot.

[Weekly.

Wow.]

Maybe not right now you're not, but get some more blunt force trauma to your head and see what happens!

[The dangers of all the medical training she's received is that... she sees a lot more dangers everywhere.]

You're definitely overreacting . . . if someone hits me too hard in the head I'm not gonna keep fighting, you know. I don't need my shit breaking.

[ When has pointing out that someone is overreacting ever worked to calm them down?

This is reminding her too much of Sokka and Looma right now, and she makes a loud, exasperated noise. ]

That's my point exactly! Because you don't have anyone to fix it if it does, and you can't control what happens when you put yourself in these situations!

[ WHY do boys need to do this?

She exhales loudly, looks at him and then just... looks away. She shuts her eyes, pained. ] Are you done for the night?

[at least he knows when to just shut up and stop arguing. He doesn't set out to piss people off on purpose (most of the time). He just sighs and rubs at his face]

Yep, I'm done. For a few days, I was going to let the bruises heal some first. You know, 'cause I'm not an idiot.

[. . . he's mostly done being himself]

[ She gives him a dour look. ] Good.

[ She was going to offer/demand to take a look at him, but his speech isn't slurred and she's assuming that his eyesight isn't any less blurry than it normally is after he takes out an eye, so she's just going to let him heal on his own to rest his brain from being pummeled.

She'd been also thinking of saying 'walk home with me', but she's miffed, so she just shakes her head and moves to brush by him. ]

[if only her looks worked . . . as she brushes by, he just turns to follow, sticking his hands in his pockets and walking along as if she hadn't just chewed him out for his dumb boy tendencies]

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