Jun 19, 2017
text → rose
Noh: Rose? I am a little bit drunk adn have some inquiries
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text → rose
Noh: Rose? I am a little bit drunk adn have some inquiries
text → rose
HM: I think I'm sad and I'm not sure why.
HM: Friends are supposed to talk about these things, right?
lover you may cause me tears
@rosexwilson ily lots
it was probably laughable how fast noh reacted to rose’s text - he’d been out the door before even typing a response. in his defense, it’d been so quiet here that a sad girlfriend was the biggest issue he’d seen in months, assuming he could call her that. he made a mental note that they’d probably need to discuss it eventually. the walk went quickly, of course, and he was soon knocking at her door. “rose?”
text → rose
Noh: Has anyone ever told you that you seem to attract remarkably strange company?
text → rose
HM: I'm not sure if you're aware, but I consider you to be the most impartial friend I currently have.
HM: I do have a relevant reason for mentioning this right now, by the way. My psyche doesn't seem to be reacting well to this future.
HM: Care to play therapist for a bit?
text ➡ rose
HM: I'm not sure if I've always been this much of a jerk or if the future did something to me.
HM: Thoughts?
“It’s not that bad, I promise. You don’t have to care.” Rose was on edge as she bandaged over the deep wound in her stomach, blood all over her fingers as she tried to tape down the gauze. “Dammit. Dammit.” She peeled away the bandage and dropped to the floor, pushing her hair out of her face as she stared down at the seeping wound.
“listen,” hank says, biting his lip with concern, “unless you have a healing factor you haven’t thought to mention, that kind of blood loss shouldn’t be taken lightly. can i take a look?” the idea of it being awkward didn’t even occur to him; he did this kind of thing a lot at home, considering he was the closest the team currently (in 1999, anyway) had to a medical expert. from where he was, it didn’t look like anything vital had been hit, but he’d learned already never to make guesses about wounds that deep.
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text → rose wilson
RW: if i were to have to get blood out of my floor what would work best
RW: asking for a friend
HM: What kind of flooring?
HM: This isn't relevant to your question, but I'm curious; do you mind telling me whose blood it is exactly? Should I be concerned?