V.K. 「 ♪ 」

「 a c c e p t i n g / concern」

     a breath passes through parted lips, him not wanting to risk agitating the tender, bloodied flesh ‘round his nose. one hand cups said nose, ask if to protect it from further harm, while his other pushes against the floor so he can stand upright once more. 

     “ n-no. no i’m––i am fine, val. ”  mostly. more shaken than anything. this wouldn’t be his first time facing harassment from the non-augmented. red speckles his chin && shirt ( he liked this shirt!! ) where the blood’s dripped down, making the mess look worse than it actually is. gingerly koller prods the bridge of his nose, && hisses at the sting. 

ʷᵃʳᵈʳºᵇᵉ「　V Á C L A V  KOLLER　」                      ( don’t rb ) 

tagged by: @valkury ( smooch ! ) 

        quiet  ,  curious  wonder  takes     her  by  surprise  .  she  catches  the  mass  ,  examines  it  .  for  a  moment  her  facade  falters  with  the  way  it  FLICKERS  in  her  eyes  —–  a  glint  of  SUNLIGHT  peeking  through  the  clouds  ;  the  cracks  in  war  -  worn  features  .  val  looks  to  koller  ,  parting  her  lips  to  SPEAK  ,  but  the  words  catch  in  a  throat  dry  with  gunpowder  and  a  tongue  meant  to  shoot  rounds  .  (  she  isn’t  used  to  needing  to  consider  WORDS  and  their  exit  wounds  .  )  frustration  creases  val’s  brow  ,  and  like  clockwork  the  GEMINI  answers  with  a  jolt  .  the  mass  moves  ,  akin  to  a  ripple  in  water  ,  and  finally  val  brings  herself  to  speak  .  “  —–  OH  .  ”

        had  she  been  different  ,     less  jagged  edges  and  frayed  pieces  —–  she  would  have  thanked  him  PROPERLY  .  like  a  friend  would  .  (  did  she  say  friend  ?  )  instead  she  clutches  the  squishy  mass  in  her  metal  palm  ,  amber  hues  softening  to  HONEY  .  “  this  is  …  you  didn’t  have  to  …  um  .  thanks  ,  koller  .  how  do  you  want  me  to  REPAY  you  ?  ”

     tridactyl hand waves, dismissive of the question. ❝ don’t worry about it! it’s a gift; nothing owed in return! ❞ earthen eyes watch the putty fall back into shape, brightened with excitement of the revelation ( a new sort of awakening within the sleep-deprived && stressed mind ). it WORKS! brilliant a mind as he, the doctor was uncertain that it would; scattered ideas, when brought together, as was the case with this little side project, don’t always mesh so well ( or so non-explosively ). it’s nice to see a positive outcome––both in project && in patient.