[ He can definitely expect a swatting at his hand at that forehead pock, even if it's slow and groggy. Unfortunately he's also gone before they can reiterate that they're not a worrywart, too, so they just wait there annoyed until he comes back. ]
Ugh... okay.
[ They sit up at his suggestion (extremely reluctantly), pressing the inner corner of their eye before rolling up the short black sleeve of their uniform, the open face of their wound a diagonal cut from slightly above their elbow on one side to past their bicep on the other. ]
Be careful when you pick it up. And use— [ They lean over to the table to pluck a flat brush from the ones sitting there, holding it out to him. ] This one. Just put the resin on the cut side first.
[ Don't mind them while they hunch over to hold up their head with their only hand and watch him like a hawk to make sure he doesn't accidentally break anything. ]
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Ugh... okay.
[ They sit up at his suggestion (extremely reluctantly), pressing the inner corner of their eye before rolling up the short black sleeve of their uniform, the open face of their wound a diagonal cut from slightly above their elbow on one side to past their bicep on the other. ]
Be careful when you pick it up. And use— [ They lean over to the table to pluck a flat brush from the ones sitting there, holding it out to him. ] This one. Just put the resin on the cut side first.
[ Don't mind them while they hunch over to hold up their head with their only hand and watch him like a hawk to make sure he doesn't accidentally break anything. ]