haruko | dirty clothes > massive injuries at gakuen.
School needs cleaning. School has robots. Robots clean. *blinks, struggling to keep eyes open* I was covered in blood and ceiling rubble, ‘izzat my fault? I don’t think. So of course they take my clothes.
Kid’s worse, thougjh. But I dunno if they even realized that thing *glances to back of moped at Ryohei, who is being slowly dragged behind the ‘ped* is a person.
*lets the moped guide itself to a room, falling over with it as it decides to putter out in the kitchen* Cute. A kitchen. I’ve been across galaxies and fought freaking space pirates and giant robots and I’m gonna die in a kitchen. *grins painfully, not bothering to wipe the blood off her mouth anymore* Peachy.
Think the kid’s quit out ahead a’ me. *glances over at very unconscious, probably dead Ryohei, then sits up abruptly, forgetting her injuries* Ki- aughaughOW -d *spits up another mouthful of blood*
…better put him somewhere nicer. *pushes Ryohei to a pantry with her feet, pausing to take a bottle before slamming the door behind him*
Nothing like a little vodka to fix up internal bleeding.
[ooc note: Haruko’s in bad shape from the 'sparring match' with Ryohei- and is most notably in her bras and panties, thank you robots, and with a possibly fractured collarbone, blunt trauma to the gut, and arm broken quite badly. Not that she’ll acknowledge the ow-pain/ state of undress. Talk to her before she passes out/dies, D: ]
Kid’s worse, thougjh. But I dunno if they even realized that thing *glances to back of moped at Ryohei, who is being slowly dragged behind the ‘ped* is a person.
*lets the moped guide itself to a room, falling over with it as it decides to putter out in the kitchen* Cute. A kitchen. I’ve been across galaxies and fought freaking space pirates and giant robots and I’m gonna die in a kitchen. *grins painfully, not bothering to wipe the blood off her mouth anymore* Peachy.
Think the kid’s quit out ahead a’ me. *glances over at very unconscious, probably dead Ryohei, then sits up abruptly, forgetting her injuries* Ki- aughaughOW -d *spits up another mouthful of blood*
…better put him somewhere nicer. *pushes Ryohei to a pantry with her feet, pausing to take a bottle before slamming the door behind him*
Nothing like a little vodka to fix up internal bleeding.
[ooc note: Haruko’s in bad shape from the 'sparring match' with Ryohei- and is most notably in her bras and panties, thank you robots, and with a possibly fractured collarbone, blunt trauma to the gut, and arm broken quite badly. Not that she’ll acknowledge the ow-pain/ state of undress. Talk to her before she passes out/dies, D: ]