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As always, some things are good and others aren't. [he has definitely not noticed the bandages yet]

And how did the wooing go?

I think it went really well. [ beams! so happy about his 1/4 rocks not being a dud. not the best odds, but good enough considering it's him. ]

[ going to grab a couple of narwhal plushies from his room, bigger ones!, and then spin around and shove one into elidibus' arms. ] Aren't they cute? I can't wait to see them fly.

I'm sure it will be very cute.

[pats the narwhal]

If the wooing went well, is something else wrong?

[ childe steps into the hall, pausing for a moment, but then continuing on to the elevator. ] ...it's nothing.

...If you are sure.

[buddy that does not sound like nothing]

[ he leans on the back of the elevator, blood staining the front of his shirt, which he tries to hide behind the plushie. ]

Caeli.

Are you perhaps injured?

A little bit. It's nothing that won't heal.

And is there a particular reason you have not sought out medical assistance?

Because I'm fine. It'll heal. I bandaged it up and took care of it. [ "took care of it". ]

You are bleeding.

Not anymore.

Not... a lot, at least.

Show me.

...here?! In the elevator? [ it IS only the two of them, but the wound he got isn't exactly something he's interested in somebody walking into... ]

Fine. [ hits the emergency stop, so he can open his shirt to reveal a pretty nasty gash going straight up his middle. ]

[his expression tightens]

Change of plans. We're going to sensitIV.

What? No. It's not that bad! I took care of it.

[pokes the wound]

[ slaps his hand away, slamming himself against the back of the elevator with a grunt. ] S- Stop that!

No.

[pokes again if he can]

[ grabs his hand this time and bends his wrist backward enough to hurt, a warning of some kind. ] I said Stop.

[winces only barely even though it definitely hurts]

Will you break my wrist? Then we will both need healing.

I didn't call you to have you mom me. I thought we were going to make flying whales.

If you didn't want me to worry about your wellbeing, you should not have befriended me.

[ releases his hand and folds an arm... since the other is still holding the plush. ] Fine, let's go, but then I don't want to hear anything else about it.

I will have nothing else to say once it has been treated properly.

[time to go to sensitiv! he doesn't even bother with the buttons because he can control them ~with his mind~]

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