[pcs] beau

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[ she lets him, and then looks up at him. ]

Yeah. Please. I can't let it be one of the kids. [ she swallows hard. ] Don't use a sword, though, okay?

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[he- huffs out a laugh, there, just a brief and mostly humorless puff of breath.]

Believe me, Beau, I wasn't thinking of it at all.

[sometimes you both have sword problems and it's all FINE.]

What do you want, then?

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Something quick. [ she goes back to making sure the slash across his chest is wrapped the best she can do. ]

The gun, maybe. Whatever it is I want you to kill me as fast as you can. If - if Isaac and Hunter have to see me like that I don't know what I'll do.

What about you?

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Mm. I'll practice my aim.

[fast, he can do. he isn't strong; he is good at exploiting openings, though.

he's quiet for a moment, thinking.]

...I think my request is the same. Whatever you need to do to make it quick.

[just- not for anyone else's sake. it's for hers.]

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[ she nods, tying off the bandage neatly. ]

I gotta practice my aim too then. [ she murmurs. ] I think you're all fixed up, Sang. Unless you're hiding more from me.

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That's everything.

[i forgot his arm gashes but we'll assume at least one was included in the sewing because it definitely needed stitches as well.

a soft hum follows that, before-]

A-Sang. That's the proper way to shorten it, if one's close enough.

[the actual diminutive, rather than just a briefer name for convenience.]

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[ oh. that surprises her. she lifts her eyebrows, staring up at him. ]

Really? [ huh. her lips twitch. She repeats: ] A-Sang.

[ she's a little less deadeyed, at least. ] ... I don't have a shortening of my name past Beau.

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Oh? Is it not shorter than Miss Beau?

[he's teasing just a little, a faint smile tugging at his mouth.]

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[ she snorts. ]

Fuck, you got me there. [ she's just gonna go ahead and flop backwards, sitting against the wall. a wave of tired hits her. ] Beau and A-Sang it is.

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[he'll join her, after a second, shifting carefully and wincing a little as he moves. fuck. everything hurts after the adrenaline wore off.]

I like the sound of it.

[he pauses a moment, before continuing.]

Mm, I didn't fully explain earlier. The shield... it should be impenetrable from attacks, at least for what it's able to block. Not much, considering its size, but-- I think you'll be able to put it to good use.

[the unsaid part here is: please make sure you do.]

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[ she frowns at his wincing! bad. ]

... Yeah, I think I'll be able to. I'll have to practice with it too. [ she says, with a tired smile. she leans a little against him, careful to not disrupt him too much. ] You good? Need me to go get you painkillers?

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I've already been given some-- I don't need more just yet.

[thanks for that, phoenix.

also he doesn't want to move, really. this is fine; nie huaisang leans against her in turn.]

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[ for a while, she's content to just sit here and breathe. it's been... a day. and she's so tired, but. ]

We shouldn't stay on the floor, babe. Probably should at least get you to a bed.

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...probably.

[the crash comes hard, once he stops moving and they've stopped talking, so- that's about as much as she's getting out of him, right now. he's leaning more heavily.]

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[ big, heavy sigh!! she doesn't want to get up, but she knows she'll hate herself later if she doesn't, so she shifts to wrap an arm around him. ]

Come on. Up. I'll carry you again.

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I'm really starting to think you just look for excuses to do these things...

[still exhausted-sounding, but with a lighter note to it. this time he's not complaining, he's not positive he can make it if he has to move under his own power.]

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[ she laughs. ]

Yeah. Gotta get my fucking exercise in somewhere. [ she teases. she'll hoist him up! ] It's not even you that's heavy, it's the fucking ton of clothing you're wearing. What do you keep in your sleeves, bricks?

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[there's another wince as she does, a little hiss of breath and a slow exhale as he relaxes again.]

It really isn't that much...! If anything, none of you wear enough.

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[ she gives him a second to adjust, and then carries him carefully out to the bed to deposit him on it. ]

Yeah, I'm real fucking improper. [ she's wearing her jacket right now, but usually she just goes around with on a bandeau and sweatpants on. ] Speaking of improper, do you mind if I nap on the bed with you? I'm not gonna try to get in your pants. I'm just fucking exhausted.

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You've made your interests clear, Beau, do you really think I'd assume that of you?

[he's almost interrupted by a little yawn, which he stifles, before he hesitates.

and then just sort of gestures at the bed, in a little 'go ahead' motion. it's fine. they're both tired as hell and he's not asking her to sleep on the floor.]

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Eh, who knows. I'm a delinquent.

[ she hums. but she's more than happy to climb onto the bed next to him and sink down into the mattress, immediately yawning herself. she curls up close, settling with her back to him, but still up against his side. pulling the pillow close, she closes her eyes. ]

Kinda missed this. [ she mumbles, already sleepy. ]

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Mm... true, you're terrible.

[if he weren't so tired that might be a laugh.

he won't forget that mention, either, but for now he just murmurs a quiet-]

You should rest well, then.

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Yeah. You too. A-Sang.

[ is what she manages before she's mostly asleep, sprawled out on the bed. ]