[ ...well, it wouldn't be a deterrent for Vi, but different strokes for different folks. she doesn't amend as much, grimacing at the expression on Alucard's face whether it's empathy or pity or something in between. she can't deny she needs his help still, even as she recuperates from the blow of needing it in the first place. ]
[ her mouth is open to say something more once he returns with the pail, but it turns into an open, toothy snarl at the first stinging wipe of soap and cloth. ]
Shit, ow?! [ how she can manage to make one syllable sound surprised, angry, and threatening all at once. there's a fist that's white-knuckling into the pillow beneath her. ]
Yeah I can see why you live alone, these bedside manners.
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[ her mouth is open to say something more once he returns with the pail, but it turns into an open, toothy snarl at the first stinging wipe of soap and cloth. ]
Shit, ow?! [ how she can manage to make one syllable sound surprised, angry, and threatening all at once. there's a fist that's white-knuckling into the pillow beneath her. ]
Yeah I can see why you live alone, these bedside manners.