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

“Use the blanket to cover yourself and the other arm that’s not bleeding. But don’t get any blood on it. Blood is a pain to get out.”

"You sound like my mom." Tyson worked at pulling his sweatshirt off.

“Because women know.”

Tyson rolled his eyes. "Yeah right." He shivered. "Gimme the blanket."

“Tell Gerard to, I’m looking for the first aid kit.”

(I forgot about Gee ;-;)

Tyson pulled the bag over. 'Gee, we need a first aid kit."

Gerard poked his head out of the bag. 'A what?"

“A first aid kit.” Lucille boredly repeated.

(Yeah, my boyfriend is gushing blood out of his arm, lemme just boredly repeat a request to a talking snake)
Gerard disappeared back into the bag and emerged with a small kit in his mouth. "This it?"

(Yes.
Exactly.
Lucille 100%)

“Yep, Thanks.” Lucille said, taking the kit.

Tyson felt like puking. The blood. It was warm and sticky.

“Annnd I need a cloth to wipe the blood away.” Lucille muttered, “Fun.”

"Use my sweatshirt."

“Are you sure?”

"Yeah it's ruined anyway." Goodbye memory sweatshirt..

“No, you can wash blood out.”

"Yeah but not that much right?"

“Depends on how you see it.” Lucille shrugged, folding up the sweatshirt. (Wow Lucille.

You’re awfully calm for someone who’s boyfriend is gushing out blood.)

(She has had enough of adventure crap)
"Hurry please I don't like the feeling of blood dripping down my arm."

“Okay okay.” Lucille said, taking the cloth and gently wiping away the blood, “Scarlet red blood doesn’t suit you anyways.”

(I'm sorry

was that

a pun?)
"Thanks. I like Navy blue."

(… perhaps. :p)

(Does the sound of people eating ever bug you?)
Tyson winced as she gently cleaned his wound. "That stings…"

(If they chew with their mouth open.

Very

Very

Very

Very

Much.)

“Wait till I use the alcohol.”

"The what?"

“The alcohol.” Lucille said, putting down the cloth after wiping away all-most of the blood.

"Oh boy." Tyson braced himself.

(When you get distracted and start petting the cat.)

“It’ll sting.” Lucille informed, taking out the alcohol and cotton.

(That is a perfectly acceptable distraction)
"Do you have to?"

“We don’t want it to get infected.” Lucille sighed, pouring some alcohol onto the cotton pad.

"True." Tyson was already wincing.