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- Thread starter CelticSol
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E walks down the street. Heading to Annie's place. She lets him crash there. He face stings from the beating he took back there. Five against one. Real classy.
CelticSol
kawaii in the streets, senpai in the sheets
Annie has her pistol, dismantled to pieces on the long table in front of her, her sniper and shotgun on a chair nearby, awaiting the same fate with a cloth in her hand and oil in the other. Her last job had gone to hell, and now there was another hell to deal with; cleaning the damn things. She begins to scrub the gunpowder from the pieces carefully, making sure she doesn't scratch anything while she wipes it down.
She isn't distracted by the feather light footsteps coming from upstairs, and grunts in response at the small, "Hi, Annie." A look to the small girl tells her Esme isn't feeling good; dressed in loose sweats that hang off her pronounced hip bones and a looser sweater Annie distinctly recognizes as E's that slouches off her pointed shoulder, dark hair thrown back into a careless bun with dark bags under her eyes.
"You feeling okay, kiddo?" Annie asks carefully, gauging Esme's reaction with watchful eyes.
"Fine," She grumbles, and Annie leaves it be. That type of shit is stuff Annie prefers to hand over to E. She hopes he gets here soon, though; Esme practically has a dark cloud hanging over her head.
She isn't distracted by the feather light footsteps coming from upstairs, and grunts in response at the small, "Hi, Annie." A look to the small girl tells her Esme isn't feeling good; dressed in loose sweats that hang off her pronounced hip bones and a looser sweater Annie distinctly recognizes as E's that slouches off her pointed shoulder, dark hair thrown back into a careless bun with dark bags under her eyes.
"You feeling okay, kiddo?" Annie asks carefully, gauging Esme's reaction with watchful eyes.
"Fine," She grumbles, and Annie leaves it be. That type of shit is stuff Annie prefers to hand over to E. She hopes he gets here soon, though; Esme practically has a dark cloud hanging over her head.
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E enters the door. Cuts and bruises all over. He says his hello to Annie and notices Esme. "Esme? What's wrong?"
CelticSol
kawaii in the streets, senpai in the sheets
"Great question for how you're walking in here, E," Annie scoffs, "You're covered in cuts. Who beat you this time, kid?"
For the most part disregarding Annie, Esme looked to E, eyes wide like a doe. "You're hurt?" She asked, "What happened?"
For the most part disregarding Annie, Esme looked to E, eyes wide like a doe. "You're hurt?" She asked, "What happened?"
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"Just a couple guys. I'm fine Esme." E smiles. "Seriously though, what's up you?"
CelticSol
kawaii in the streets, senpai in the sheets
Esme walks over to him and grabs his face in her hands, feeling around for scratches. "Stop trying to change the subject. We have to clean these wounds out." Giving him a no-nonsense look, she points over to the couch. "You know the drill."
She walks into the kitchen, feeling through the cupboards until her hand brushes the med kit, and she takes it out and walks over to E.
She walks into the kitchen, feeling through the cupboards until her hand brushes the med kit, and she takes it out and walks over to E.
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E puts his hand up in mock surrender. E walks over to the couch and sits down. Staring at Esme, he did feel bad about causing her so much trouble. He never likes seeing her so distressed.
CelticSol
kawaii in the streets, senpai in the sheets
She sat down next to him, putting the kit on the coffee table and popping it open. She grabbed two cotton balls and the alcohol, putting some alcohol on one of the cotton pieces and feels his face gently with her free hand until she finds a scratch, then begins to lightly dab at it with the swab. She tries to be gentle, even though she knows it will sting like hell regardless.
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E bites his tongue. He just had to put on a tough bravado for Esme. She couldn't see him in a weak state.
CelticSol
kawaii in the streets, senpai in the sheets
She keeps feeling around for the wounds, humming a small tune as she rubs them down with alcohol. She does this until she grab gauze and tape for the larger, deeper ones. Her fingers do this all easily, far too easily, with practiced efficiency. Once she's finished, she packs up the kit, then turns to E, one brow raised inquisitively. "Care to explain why you have these cuts in the first place?" She brushes her thumb against some of the still exposed scratches to accentuate her words.
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"Just some guys I started trouble with." To tell the truth. It was some guys from their school badmouthing her. He just didn't want her to feel like it was her fault.
CelticSol
kawaii in the streets, senpai in the sheets
She placed her hand over his heart, then frowned at him. "Your heart rate picked up," She sighed, "You're lying. Why are you still trying to get away with lying to me, E? It's useless."
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E takes her hands off his heart. He lightly kisses her knuckles. He sighs and raises his head. "Some guys from school. Badmouthing you."
CelticSol
kawaii in the streets, senpai in the sheets
Esme sighs and leans her head against his chest. "What have I said about this, E? I told you to just leave it be."
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E just silently shakes his head and kisses her head. "I'll never stop fighting for you."
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