@hcrrorbabes embraced the chaos : āWeāre out of band-aids. On an unrelated note, I might need to go to the hospital.ā Jason mumbles around the gauze pad between his teeth. he's not entirely sure who's house that he broke into, but he's glad Ren had a first aid kit.
ren is used to dealing with blood. minor injuries for the most part, sure. cuts from broken glassware, scrapes or bruises from constantly leaning over or bumping into the bar, maybe the occasional black eye or split lip from dealing with rowdy patrons. suffice it to say she's got compact first aid kits stashed in little nooks and crannies all over her apartment, just in case ( how well-stocked they are or are not is another matter entirely ) .
ā out ofā wait, what?? ā
what ren is not used to is unannounced late night visits from people that looked like they were tossed through a wood chipper, possible head trauma, and enough blood that she's pretty sure the pretty original hardwood floors in her living room will never be the same. christ, she is so not getting her deposit back.
she wipes at a smear of blood across his forehead, free hand pinching his chin so she can move his head to follow the light. the problem being that the rag in her hand is already stained a bright, pretty pink, so it doesn't so much wipe the blood away as just kind of, like, smudge it around.
ā dude, the hell did you get yourself into? ā
random, unhinged dialogue ⦠sentence starters. ( always accepting! )