RAMMIE: *Casually strrrides into the infirrrmarrry, looking arrround and holding herrr hand up. She was morrre than a little tirrred frrrom stay up all night worrrking so dumb mistakes werrre made. Even still it was a dumb mistake she had to get checked out*
FINN: -finn is about to leave for the day, but he sees rammie in the living room and looks at her with concern- rammie
RAMMIE: I am. My hand isn't though. I've burrrned it prrretty badly.
RAMMIE: *approaches Finn and shows, it's a pretty nasty burn but nothing too severe*
FINN: -furrows his eyebrows- let me see
FINN: how did you burn it
RAMMIE: I was testing out an engine and underrrrestimated the rrradius of heat.
FINN: have you attempted to treat it at all yet
RAMMIE: Otherrr than rrrunning it underrr cool waterrr no.
RAMMIE: I've had minorrr burrrns beforrre but this one is feeling like a pain in the ass.
FINN: okay you did good by running it under cool water
FINN: here i can wrap a bandage around it so it doesn't get agitated
RAMMIE: Thanks. *she'll follow him so he can do his doctor thing*
RAMMIE: Tell me. Will I everrr play violin again?
FINN: -he leads her to a chair in the back next to a cabinet- you can sit because i'll do the wrapping
FINN: you will do everything with your hand again
RAMMIE: *swing and a miss comedy, its what she DO* That's good news. How've you been beforrre I rrrudely interrrupted yourrr shift?
FINN: -gets a bandage to wrap around her hand and kneels down in front of her- i've been good
RAMMIE: I've been on firrre.... orrr at least my prrrojects have.
RAMMIE: I'm verrry excited forrr this next one but, what else is new.
FINN: -doesn't look very happy about the on fire comment. NOT FUNNY, RAMMIE. he starts to wrap her hand-
FINN: what's your next one
RAMMIE: *Her comedy is gold, why does no one appreciate it?* It's a small perrrsonal vessel forrr Little.
RAMMIE: Just if she everrr wants to explorrrre. She should be frrrree to do that.
FINN: -nods- that's nice of you
RAMMIE: She does, she jokingly talked about it and I told herrr it was verrry doable.
RAMMIE: *smiles a little* It's the larrrgest prrroject I've everrr done.
RAMMIE: Much less one I'll give to someone.
FINN: how long is it going to take
RAMMIE: At the pace I've been worrrking it should've been finished this week. I'm afrrraid I've been... a little lax with my worrk schedule.
RAMMIE: If I get back on the ball I'll have it finished..... next week.
RAMMIE: I suppose so. I enjoy challenging myself. Something like this could be finished in a little overrr one thousand hours of worrrk.
RAMMIE: Rrroughly five to six weeks.
FINN: -finishes bandaging it up- good job
FINN: for making it happen
RAMMIE: Thank you, and good job on my hand. I'm glad to have caught you herrre.
RAMMIE: *Better him than Ruleus probably*
FINN: i can get you some pain meds too
RAMMIE: *makes a face* Rrrright. Nothing that will put me to sleep if that's an option. If not I'll be fine.
FINN: i can get you some minor stuff
FINN: you just mentioned it hurting more than usual so
RAMMIE: Yes I would apprrreciate it since I plan on doing things with it laterrr.
FINN: then i will get you some pills
RAMMIE: *curls her fingers a little and winces, maybe she can just do most of it with her left hand then looks to Finn for a moment* Do you mind if I ask you something?
FINN: -looks back at her for a moment- yeah go ahead
RAMMIE: *Stares back* ...Yes. Ah. *eyes flicker to the side* Do you need anything in herrrrre. Looked at. Perrchance? *Yeah that's. That's almost like coming around to socialize. Nice work*
FINN: -he's confused as hell right now.- like what
RAMMIE: Well....... a one-handed mechanic is still fairrrrrly useful.
FINN: -he's blushing like HELL-
RAMMIE: *Eyes that blush... fuck its cute but also why* Um.
RAMMIE: *This just got uncomfortable. WHAT DO*
RAMMIE: Thanks. Forrrrrr. The.
RAMMIE: Uh. Well. See you arrrrrrrrrrround.
RAMMIE: *She just fiddles, fiddles the bandage* To... help?
FINN: help with what though that's
FINN: what i was confused about
RAMMIE: Arrrrrrround, herrrre? *Exhales* Sorrrrry. I'm not that good at this.
FINN: thank you for offering
RAMMIE: *That eye widen, she can use this just. Compose yourself. Small smile, tilts head* What did you think I meant?
FINN: -he's blushing again- nevermind
RAMMIE: Therrre werrrre mistakes made all arrrrround dearrrr.
RAMMIE: I didn't mean to put you in any. Uncomforrrrtable position.
FINN: you don't have to apologize for that
RAMMIE: If it makes you feel betterrrrr. I'm not. *Is that a knowing smile or is she just good at those. Who knows*
FINN: let me get you those pills
RAMMIE: *She's just smiling now. Contemplating adding him to her list of adorable prey* You have an adorrrable blush.
FINN: it's just kind of hot in here
RAMMIE: You arrre wearrring a sweaterrr, dear.
FINN: -looks down at his sweater- oh yeah
FINN: that is probably why
RAMMIE: If you'd like I can make you something morrre cozy and brrrrrrreathable.
RAMMIE: Can't have you overrrheating on the job.
FINN: you make sweaters too
FINN: my moms make me a lot
RAMMIE: So I've noticed. They'rrrre. Cute.
RAMMIE: But have you wanted to wearrr anything else?
FINN: sometimes emilet puts me in other shirts when i need something else to wear
RAMMIE: When rrrrooms get too hot?
FINN: -blushes AGAIN FUCK-
FINN: can't wear sweaters
RAMMIE: Have you found yourrrself drrrawn to anything in parrrticularrr?
RAMMIE: Yes they can be nice. In the garrrbage mostly.
FINN: -pauses for a moment-
RAMMIE: They'rrre rrratherrr plain.
RAMMIE: Unalterrred T-shirts.
FINN: are you talking about
RAMMIE: Do you wearrr unalterrred T-shirrrts?
FINN: -he wears emil's, honestly-
FINN: what do you mean by unaltered
RAMMIE: With some. Halfass design.
FINN: i wear some with designs
RAMMIE: Then prrrobably the ones you wearrr.
RAMMIE: Besides the shirrrt is only one piece of a whole outfit.
RAMMIE: It can be saved if it's tied togetherrr with otherrr things.
RAMMIE: Some nice matching accessorrries and shoes.
RAMMIE: *looks over him* What do you have on underrr therrre?
FINN: -flips up the bottom of his sweater to show her the white undershirt underneath-
RAMMIE: *frowns* Oh. Well.
RAMMIE: I suppose it's a base.
RAMMIE: Herrre. Let's get that sweaterrr off.
FINN: -just holds onto the straps of his backpack tighter-
RAMMIE: *pauses, tilts head* If it makes you feel betterrr it's nothing I haven't seen beforrre.
RAMMIE: But I underrrstand being a little carrrreful about bearrrring yourrrr skin.
FINN: no i don't care about that
RAMMIE: Well you'rrre not sweaty. I would've smelled that.
RAMMIE: We could play guessing games all night dearrr.
FINN: i just don't want to
RAMMIE: Alrrright. That's fine too. Would you like to see some of yourrr options anyhow?
RAMMIE: *Smiles a little and nods. Decaptchas a fuckin dresser and flips through it. Takes out a green T-shirt with a few diagonal white stripes and a jungle green beanie* Something like this seems to be yourrr style.
RAMMIE: Good. Do so with darrrk pants.
FINN: am i keeping that or just
RAMMIE: And don't sag them. In fact a belt would look nice.
RAMMIE: But you can keep these.
FINN: -takes them and looks at them-
RAMMIE: Good. And I'll take my pain meds. Just let me know if you'd like anything else like that.
FINN: i would -finally gives her the bottle of pain medication- take these with food
RAMMIE: *takes those gently* Then one day I'll measurrre you prrroperly. *Please. She probably hsas his measurements already...but that would be creepy to admit*
RAMMIE: *nods* I'll see you laterrr then. On a much less awkwarrrd note.
RAMMIE: Anytime. Which I mean and arrren't just saying.
FINN: -he nods- i'll remember that
RAMMIE: *She MEANS it. And just lets that sink in. Then leaves*
FINN: -bye rammie. sometimes he wishes he could be more spontaneous. but it isn't worth the risk.-
