[ cool? he pulls from context... it's fine. it must be a good thing.
that being said, i think he's the only doctor left, which does technically make him the best, so not wrong. he's just glad the phrasing worked, considering his... sardine incident. he'll move across the room to gather up some of the items he's collected from the market, mostly for things like this.
he'll also leave briefly to go wash his hands, returning with his sleeves rolled up and a small travel sewing kit in hand, setting it to the side. ]
It'll be quick, and if you'd like we can go looking for a scarf afterwards.
[ he had no plans of leaving the inn for the rest of the day by himself, especially after everyone revealed the special powers they had and confirmed that he's definitely the easiest target here... but if someone else goes with him, then that's... probably okay? a-anyway, maybe they've gotten rid of all the killers now!
he nods. ]
...Yeah. That sounds good. Thanks.
[ just looking at the sewing kit and knowing what it's going to be used for makes him feel a little queasy, so he shuts his eyes tight long before the needle is even picked up. ]
[ as he prepares a few things, a capful of alcohol, a bit of gauze and tape and gets to work, but while he does, he speaks. ]
This won't be bad at all, lucky he missed your eye. Now — [ he doesn't warn before he says "breathe" at the entry of the needle ] — you truly are a man of law back home? You don't act like one I've ever met.
[ "breathe", and he takes one deep breath in and then holds it forever, which was probably not the intention. he balls his hands into fists and presses them against his knees. ]
Mm.
[ a small affirmative noise, because this is just like when the dentist asks him a question... he's not sure if he's supposed to actually talk during this or if opening his mouth is going to pull at the wound and mess things up. ]
Breathe normally, just deeply, do you understand. In, two-three, out, two-three. Like that.
[ it's small instruction, crisp, like a teacher ought to be. he moves as quickly as he can with his eyes trained on the wound, making certain the edges meet even if it's not as large or deep. this will only really help and that's enough. it isn't long before he's through. ]
Very good... nearly through... annnnnd [ snip and tie. ] you're done. Just avoid any more projectile plates, hm?
[ he follows the timing as he's directed, though he's definitely not breathing as deeply as he should be because this anxious feeling is so tight around his chest. when it's finally over, he exhales in relief, and the little gold light specks floating around at the edges of his vision that show up whenever he might be getting close to fainting fade away. ]
Ah... [ there's a bit of an awkward little laugh at that last part. ] Y-yeah, I'll try to.
...That really wasn't as bad as I thought. Thanks.
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that being said, i think he's the only doctor left, which does technically make him the best, so not wrong. he's just glad the phrasing worked, considering his... sardine incident. he'll move across the room to gather up some of the items he's collected from the market, mostly for things like this.
he'll also leave briefly to go wash his hands, returning with his sleeves rolled up and a small travel sewing kit in hand, setting it to the side. ]
It'll be quick, and if you'd like we can go looking for a scarf afterwards.
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[ he had no plans of leaving the inn for the rest of the day by himself, especially after everyone revealed the special powers they had and confirmed that he's definitely the easiest target here... but if someone else goes with him, then that's... probably okay? a-anyway, maybe they've gotten rid of all the killers now!
he nods. ]
...Yeah. That sounds good. Thanks.
[ just looking at the sewing kit and knowing what it's going to be used for makes him feel a little queasy, so he shuts his eyes tight long before the needle is even picked up. ]
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[ as he prepares a few things, a capful of alcohol, a bit of gauze and tape and gets to work, but while he does, he speaks. ]
This won't be bad at all, lucky he missed your eye. Now — [ he doesn't warn before he says "breathe" at the entry of the needle ] — you truly are a man of law back home? You don't act like one I've ever met.
[ a soft chuckle ] But that's not a bad thing.
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Mm.
[ a small affirmative noise, because this is just like when the dentist asks him a question... he's not sure if he's supposed to actually talk during this or if opening his mouth is going to pull at the wound and mess things up. ]
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Breathe normally, just deeply, do you understand. In, two-three, out, two-three. Like that.
[ it's small instruction, crisp, like a teacher ought to be. he moves as quickly as he can with his eyes trained on the wound, making certain the edges meet even if it's not as large or deep. this will only really help and that's enough. it isn't long before he's through. ]
Very good... nearly through... annnnnd [ snip and tie. ] you're done. Just avoid any more projectile plates, hm?
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Ah... [ there's a bit of an awkward little laugh at that last part. ] Y-yeah, I'll try to.
...That really wasn't as bad as I thought. Thanks.