RP: With Imriel

[mrmoneypenny]

And so, the not-quite-triumphant warrior returns, Polysporin in hand, and slightly red cheeks.

"The hospital had some," he announces, "although the doctor there is a right bastard."

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[broodingbacchus]

Imri laughs.

For a moment there, Villiers was reminding him of Eamonn mac Grainne.

[mrmoneypenny]

Once the door's closed, off comes the shirt, and he peers at where there's the tiniest of stains from that poke. It broke what little had healed at that spot. Sigh.

"He also rather kindly informed me that you had better not break skin again, lest what medical supplies that are available be conserved for those more needful," he says. Hence the reason for the blush.

"...but I think I can conserve it..."

More failure to peer at one's own shoulder, even as the tube is retrieved.

[broodingbacchus]

"Of course."

Well, if a doctor said so.

He'll just have to find more interesting ways of causing that effect.

[mrmoneypenny]

More twisting around ensues, and if he tries hard enough, he can see the red lines where Imriel had dug in his nails. But alas, it hurts his eyes to hold that position.

"In the interests of conserving as much of this as possible," he says, beckoning Imriel over, "could you...?"

While he could do it himself, that would risk missing the scratch and wasting Polysporin!