PC: BEAU + CALEB

[headmt]

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[disreguarded]

[hey guess who isn't a fan of the eye stuff probably all of them

she pulls her knees to her chest as she listens.]

Rupert is a good dude. [...] You managed to stop it?

[headmt]

[It isn't great! If anything it's less bad for Molly, who's got no idea about the eye stuff other than they have them.

Trying to just ease the coat off Caleb if he doesn't react too strongly to it. It is so gross ... they're gonna switch this couch back eventually and its just gonna be blood couch ... ]

These places are very good at fucking with heads.

[katzepaw]

[He does react strongly to it! But only because he has to dive for one of the pockets and pulls out a cocoon. Once he's holding that in his hands, he'll let Molly take the coat.]

We managed.

[disreguarded]

[we managed. she watches molly take the coat from him, and then turns her head to look at caleb again. her fingers sort of twitch.]

Are you injured anywhere else?

[headmt]

[He doesn't know what to do with this now, so just tossing it somewhere. It's fine. No one will steal it.]

If you need more healing, we can use the other thing you've got.

[katzepaw]

Ah. . . yes, a little. Bruised mostly, maybe a few cuts? Nothing serious, nothing worth using the healing on.

[Bringing his hand to touch his throat.]

[disreguarded]

Save the healing, then. For now. Just in case we need it tomorrow or... next week.

[she hates the implications of that! wow! anyway. she scoots closer and rests her arm against caleb's, watching molly throw the coat.]

I'm assuming we're all going to get herded back to our dorms tonight, which I'm especially not a fucking fan of today.

[headmt]

[That's probably as much as he can peer pressure strip him in the common room, but at least it's a little better, maybe?]

Probably! I fucking forgot about that. Shite.

[katzepaw]

[He will lean against her, wow. It's still touch week and he seems to have gotten over his aversion.]

It's alright. Just a bad day, but none of it amounted to much in the end.

[disreguarded]

[oh, well in that case she just leans on him a little heavier, rubbing at her face.]

None of you even got anything for all that? [... holds out her hand for molly too? a pile of crit roles on the fall couch, covered in various amounts of blood. sounds about right.]

[headmt]

[He keeps like. Getting up and pacing around the room and the coming to sit back down, it's probably super annoying! But sure, once pile of crit roles starts, he'll actually sit still - flopping back onto the couch on the other side of Caleb and leaning his shoulder against him. Beau's hand will get his tail winding around her arm. Wow. A friend.]

It's not alright. It's fucked up. Fuck this place.

[katzepaw]

Rupert did, I think. I didn't really get a look.

[Sorry, he is useless. But accepting this slightly bloody cuddle puddle.]

Fuck this place, absolutely. I mean that I am fine, you don't. . . you don't need to be this concerned.

[disreguarded]

... I'll see him later, then. Tell you guys later.

[she settles, absently holding onto molly's tail, head on caleb's shoulder.]

Anyway, you walked out of the woods with a slit throat so fuck you, I'll be as concerned as I want.

[headmt]

[He huffs, nudging him very lightly with his shoulder.]

What she said.

[katzepaw]

Hmm.

[He doesn't know what to say to any of that.]