He nodded. "Alright." He sat down on the couch, and dealt with a few spirits, waiting for her to be done.
You and the Reaper (ROMANCE O/O) CLOSED SORRY BUT PLEASE STALK!
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After a while, she walks out, with a towel wrapped around her, she gets a normal t-shirt and shorts. The cut on her thigh was deep, and it was obvious, but after her shower, she acted like she didn't even care.
Troy looked up, eyebrows shooting up at the fact that she wasn't exactly wearing anything but that towel. He cleared his throat, then spotted the cut on her thigh. "You need to do something about that cut. I don't want to have to reap you early."
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Looking back at him, shorts and a t shirt, the other arm on her hip.
"Oh, yes, because a tiny cut on my legs gonna kill me"
She says pulling her dripping crazy hair back out of her face.
"It's kind of big, actually. Besides, if that got infected, and the infection spread to your body…" He shrugged.
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Suddenly putting her leg on the leg of the couch pulling up the towel slightly,
" you something then…. I don't have the supplies to."
She said giving him a challenging look.
He cleared his throat, blinking. "Well all I've got is what I'm wearing!" He replied. "I don't have magic healing abilities or whatever!"
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"oh okay, then, what do you expect me to do?"
She says, letting the towel down (not off of her, just covering up the cut) Her leg still on the arm of the couch.
"Clean it off, bandage it up?" He suggested, raising his eyebrows snd keeping his eyes carefully fastened on her face.
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"Oh… that lousy of a treatment? OKay….."
She says, riping a strip off of her towel surprisnginly easily, tying it around her leg
"better?"
She says putting her leg down down.
He rolled his eyes. "Well, I highly doubt you would let me give you stitches, so."
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"yes i would…."
She says running her finger through her wet hair.
He raised his eyebrows. "Oh really?" He asked, stretching.
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"yes, do it, im good with pain"
She said crossing her arms, with a slight smile.
He sighed softly. "Only if you have a needle and thread." He replied.
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"Hmm, i might"
She says quickly walking over to a basket. She made some of her clothes, so she had a needle and thread, thankfully.
"Here you go, stab me to your heart's content"
She says, sitting down on the couch, pulling her leg on his lap.
He shook his head slightly. "It's going to hurt." He warned, as he started. He was silent as he worked, forming a neat row of stitches along her leg.
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Wincing slightly while he did it. She had an incredibly high pain tolerance, although that was a little bit of an overstatement. It did hurt, probably because he was pulling a needle and thread through her skin, plus the cut.
"You do know how to do this right? I don't want you chopping off my leg"
"Yes, I know how." He replied. He had stitched up his own wounds before. "Please hold still." He added, holding her leg still with one hand.
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"Oh, okay…."
She said in an apologetic voice, but not apologizing. She felt bad for being so annoying to him, and she kind of didn't want stabbed.
He was silent as he finished. When he was done, he tied a knot in the thread, and set the needle aside. "There."
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"Woah! That looks a little weird! I've never had stitches so this is a little new"
She said lightly touching it with her finger.
"Thanks"
She then mumbled, a little embarrassed.
He chuckled softly. "You're welcome." He replied, looking at her.
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"Well…. I should get dressed, i highly doubt you want me walking around naked"
She said with a chuckle, standing up, trying to adjust the towel so it won't fall of.
He laughed softly. "Mmm…no." he replied, and stood, turning his back. "I won't peek." He said.
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"Good"
She says, slipping off the towel, drying her hair with it even more. She hates it when her shirt would get wet because of her hair. It was already thick enough, she was just glad she CuT it. She hated her long hair, and even just how she looked with it in general. Once it was mostly dry, she slipped her clothes on. Only strapping a few weapons to her legs and waist. She didn't plan on killing anyone today, at least not this early in the morning.
Troy was quiet, waiting patiently her to be done changing. He tapped his fingers on his leg absently, closing his eyes and thinking.
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Slipping her shirt on, she turned around to face Troy.
"Okay, im done. You didn't peek did you?"
He turned around. "Hmm? No. What would you do if I did?" He asked, a small smile flickering across his face.
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"I don't know! Nobodys did that, so I don't know how I would react."
She says while she brushes out her hair.