[Do not smell the mystery bottles... It smelled so sickeningly sweet and bitter at the same time. Not that the injury alcohol smelled much better. But at least she knew what that was.]
I think...He'd gotten a name and was looking for a store. [There wasn't a lot else to say to that, was there? She didn't know enough about cooking to fully understand. Working in a restaurant sounded important if he'd had gone to school for it. But owning a shop was even bigger.
At least, that's what she thought.
But with the lull and her newly acquired medical supplies, it was easy enough for the fae to keep herself busy. Not think too hard about her lost bond. Or what he would have done... In fact, it was probably a good thing he'd left before getting the shop off the ground in a way. Even if it didn't feel that way.]
I just need bandages and this- [Giving the little bottle of rubbing alchol a shake. The eyepatch did get picked up though, mistaken for a sling before being put down again.
Then came the awkward part. Or not... Milatary life. And it wasn't like when she'd shown Jean her budding wings. Mettaton wouldn't find anything strange about a cutesy polka dot sports bra as the fae just flung her ripped up shirt onto the end of the bed. Time to dunk some rubbing alchol on them bandages and get prodding at her cuts. Giving a small hiss as the cold stinging cloth patted at her tum.]
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I think...He'd gotten a name and was looking for a store. [There wasn't a lot else to say to that, was there? She didn't know enough about cooking to fully understand. Working in a restaurant sounded important if he'd had gone to school for it. But owning a shop was even bigger.
At least, that's what she thought.
But with the lull and her newly acquired medical supplies, it was easy enough for the fae to keep herself busy. Not think too hard about her lost bond. Or what he would have done... In fact, it was probably a good thing he'd left before getting the shop off the ground in a way. Even if it didn't feel that way.]
I just need bandages and this- [Giving the little bottle of rubbing alchol a shake. The eyepatch did get picked up though, mistaken for a sling before being put down again.
Then came the awkward part. Or not... Milatary life. And it wasn't like when she'd shown Jean her budding wings. Mettaton wouldn't find anything strange about a cutesy polka dot sports bra as the fae just flung her ripped up shirt onto the end of the bed. Time to dunk some rubbing alchol on them bandages and get prodding at her cuts. Giving a small hiss as the cold stinging cloth patted at her tum.]