where: grand teton mall when: may 3rd, 2044 with: @daiyus
If he was honest with himself, Zaheer wasn’t quite sure yet what to think of the Idaho Falls princess. He’d found her standoffish thus far, which he took to be a sign of her entitlement, that she didn’t yet consider him worth talking to. Of course, he didn’t think she was worth talking to, either; she was as sinful as anyone else in this very literally godforsaken town, after all. Still. It didn’t hurt to have manners. Something no one in this place had ever heard of, he was sure.
If he was really, truly honest with himself (which he rarely was), Zaheer would admit that he wasn’t exactly in a position to judge. Both because he himself was exceedingly rude, and because she was his better, as it were, and he had yet to win any respect or rank in this place. He wasn’t even sure if the doctors here had ranks, one of the many facets of life here that he had yet to understand.
Either way, when Daiyu approached with a gash on her cheek that was desperately in need of stitches, he motioned for her to sit on the bed and pulled up a chair. He doused a cloth in rubbing alcohol. Then, without warning, he took her chin between his fingers and began to dab at the wound. “Mm. It’s not as deep as I thought. You’ll live. So, who did this?” he asked, gaze still fixed on her wound rather than her eyes. “This outpost isn’t all that large, and yet you have a lot of enemies.”