OH MY GOSH IS THAT A ROLEPLAY I THINK I JUST SAW A ROLEPLAY!!!! (Private RP with @ScarletAndHerSides) [CLOSED]

(Of course.)

Tyson started back inside, shivering as the blood dripped down his arm. "Hey Lucille?"

“Yeah? What’s wrong?” Lucille asked, ignoring the stinging coming from her arm.

"Do you have anymore of that gauze stuff?"

“Yeah, in the backpack-are you bleeding?”

"Perhaps…"

“Tyson! You said you were fine!”

"I know! But it's soaking my sweatshirt and I didn't want you to worry!"

“Now I’m even more worried!”

"Sorry! It's no big deal really…" Except that blood is gushing from your scratch and soaking your sweatshirt.

“Yeah, it’s no big deal that blood is soaking your sweatshirt and you could die from blood loss.” Lucille snorted, “That’s the equivalent of saying, ‘I’ve been stabbed, and I’m losing a lot of blood, but don’t worry!’”

Tyson sighed. "I'm sorry."

“It’s okay, at least you told me now. Imagine if you told me to sleep and tried to tend your wound by yourself.”

"I am aware of my own incompetence Lu."

“Just reminding you.”

"Let's hurry my arm is tingling."

“Mmk. Sit down.” (I’m assuming they’re next to the bag)

(Yeep)
Tyson plopped down. "Don't cut my sweatshirt open."

(Wait so where is the wound?

Like on the exposed part of his arm? .-.
And the blood dripped onto his sleeve or…?)

(It's on his latterarm

You know
it's like your forearm

except it's where your bicep is)

(Oh.

Okay.

Wait how is that bleeding?)

(It ripped his sweatshirt

it's happened to my mom before)

(Okie dokie.)

“Well there are two options.” Lucille shrugged, sitting down.

"Shoot."

“Cut it or take it off.”

"mY ARM???"

“No, I meant your sweatshirt. Idiot.”

"Oh…" Tyson blushed. "I would prefer to take it off."

(That was really funny.

”mY ARM???”)

“Then proceed to do so.” Lucille said, turning to the bag and looking for a first aid kit.

(Thank you
I sat here cackling my head off)
"Time to freeze to death." Tyson began to take his sweatshirt off, cringing at the pain in his arm.