@chimerical-hub ; [ HEAL ]: sender ends up in the receiver's lap trying to tend to their wounds to the best of their abilities. [ REVERSE ]
💀 ⸺ “ Hooold still. ” [ Cesare barely recognized he'd crawled onto his lap, too focused on the BLOOD coming out of his nose. it's HIS OWN fault, after all ; Steve knocked on the truck's back door, and Cesare WHIPPED it open. maybe this bloody casualty will make him learn not to be so VIOLENT in all he does? ( likely not. ) ]
“ You'll be juuust fine. Yep. You're -- You're looking ACES, brother. ” [ he checks under the messy wad of flimsy napkins he's holding against his nose, obviously grimacing before pressing it back down. despite the HORROR genre being his schtick, he's squeamish about blood. ]
“ I just -- I didn't expect you to be standing so close! Why were you standing so CLOSE for?? The back door's got a WIDE berth, and it really needs a peep-hole. Or like -- like armored cars. how they have that SLOT they stick their guns through! At least I think that's what I was told it's for ..? ”
[ SITTING IN SOMEONE'S LAP PROMPTS. ]
