Local Necromancer for Hire ~☆

-💜✨

[With the decadent smell of smoked paprika and chicken flitting out the door as it opens, Coffee appears. He does have to take a moment to realize the latest guess is downwards, and his mellow expression quickly brightens.]

Voyyd! How are you? Those look tasty.. Wait.

What’s for dinner?!?

-💜✨

[With the decadent smell of smoked paprika and chicken flitting out the door as it opens, Coffee appears. He does have to take a moment to realize the latest guess is downwards, and his mellow expression quickly brightens.]

Voyyd! How are you? Those look tasty.. Wait.

We're not dating!

[He nervously steps aside and tries to herd Voyyd in.]

*Voyyd was grinning with her little gremlin grin as she handed the brownies to Coffee.*

Ok! I’ll go find your boyfriend then!!

Well, we aren't technically! He's-- he's upstairs. He hurt his ankle, don't jump on him!

[Coffee sighs as he watches her disappear into the home. He meanders over to the kitchen island, and sets the brownies down. Dinner is getting close to ready, but he's waiting on the rice.]

*Voyyd was grinning as she hugged Altair before staring into his soul with her bright yellow eyes.*

"Cookie" and I are not dating, doofus, weee've been over this. Several times.

*Voyyd sprung up, jumping off the couch.*

I maaaay have forgotten his birthday was today...? Amidst uhh, personal issues with one of our... "lovely" landlords but not really? Heeee. Really didn't tell me when I tried to ask. So I kinda have an outside source.

Also, Coffee and I are not weird around each other and if we are I encourage you to give me an example of how.

Voyyd, I only "turned purple" cuz you asked about his and my "date". Said "date" was him giving me stitches because Soul bit the shit outta my ankle.

Which is not a date by any stretch of the imagination... Besides, he WILL hate me cuz what kind of person does that make me if I show up like "hey I totally got mauled uh can you help me" on their fucking birthday. Which I forgot cuz I am an absolute fucking moron and I have no idea what he sees in me if that's the kinda bullshit he just puts up with.

*Voyyd springs along to the stairs.*

*He kinda groans, dramatically leaning forth on his crutches and drooping. Soon enough Altair is back up on his feet, at the top of the stairs as Voyyd is headed down.*

... Also can we uh, not call Coffee my boyfriend..? I uh, would rather that be discussed between he and I and besides I don't know if..

*He shakes his head, sighing.*

-💜✨

[With the decadent smell of smoked paprika and chicken flitting out the door as it opens, Coffee appears. He does have to take a moment to realize the latest guess is downwards, and his mellow expression quickly brightens.]

Voyyd! How are you? Those look tasty.. Wait.

We're not dating!

[He nervously steps aside and tries to herd Voyyd in.]

*Voyyd was grinning with her little gremlin grin as she handed the brownies to Coffee.*

Ok! I’ll go find your boyfriend then!!

Well, we aren't technically! He's-- he's upstairs. He hurt his ankle, don't jump on him!

[Coffee sighs as he watches her disappear into the home. He meanders over to the kitchen island, and sets the brownies down. Dinner is getting close to ready, but he's waiting on the rice.]

*Voyyd was grinning as she hugged Altair before staring into his soul with her bright yellow eyes.*

"Cookie" and I are not dating, doofus, weee've been over this. Several times.

*Voyyd sprung up, jumping off the couch.*

I maaaay have forgotten his birthday was today...? Amidst uhh, personal issues with one of our... "lovely" landlords but not really? Heeee. Really didn't tell me when I tried to ask. So I kinda have an outside source.

Also, Coffee and I are not weird around each other and if we are I encourage you to give me an example of how.

Voyyd, I only "turned purple" cuz you asked about his and my "date". Said "date" was him giving me stitches because Soul bit the shit outta my ankle.

Which is not a date by any stretch of the imagination... Besides, he WILL hate me cuz what kind of person does that make me if I show up like "hey I totally got mauled uh can you help me" on their fucking birthday. Which I forgot cuz I am an absolute fucking moron and I have no idea what he sees in me if that's the kinda bullshit he just puts up with.

-💜✨

[With the decadent smell of smoked paprika and chicken flitting out the door as it opens, Coffee appears. He does have to take a moment to realize the latest guess is downwards, and his mellow expression quickly brightens.]

Voyyd! How are you? Those look tasty.. Wait.

We're not dating!

[He nervously steps aside and tries to herd Voyyd in.]

*Voyyd was grinning with her little gremlin grin as she handed the brownies to Coffee.*

Ok! I’ll go find your boyfriend then!!

Well, we aren't technically! He's-- he's upstairs. He hurt his ankle, don't jump on him!

[Coffee sighs as he watches her disappear into the home. He meanders over to the kitchen island, and sets the brownies down. Dinner is getting close to ready, but he's waiting on the rice.]

*Voyyd was grinning as she hugged Altair before staring into his soul with her bright yellow eyes.*

"Cookie" and I are not dating, doofus, weee've been over this. Several times.

*Voyyd sprung up, jumping off the couch.*

I maaaay have forgotten his birthday was today...? Amidst uhh, personal issues with one of our... "lovely" landlords but not really? Heeee. Really didn't tell me when I tried to ask. So I kinda have an outside source.

Also, Coffee and I are not weird around each other and if we are I encourage you to give me an example of how.

-💜✨

[With the decadent smell of smoked paprika and chicken flitting out the door as it opens, Coffee appears. He does have to take a moment to realize the latest guess is downwards, and his mellow expression quickly brightens.]

Voyyd! How are you? Those look tasty.. Wait.

We're not dating!

[He nervously steps aside and tries to herd Voyyd in.]

*Voyyd was grinning with her little gremlin grin as she handed the brownies to Coffee.*

Ok! I’ll go find your boyfriend then!!

Well, we aren't technically! He's-- he's upstairs. He hurt his ankle, don't jump on him!

[Coffee sighs as he watches her disappear into the home. He meanders over to the kitchen island, and sets the brownies down. Dinner is getting close to ready, but he's waiting on the rice.]

*Voyyd was grinning as she hugged Altair before staring into his soul with her bright yellow eyes.*

"Cookie" and I are not dating, doofus, weee've been over this. Several times.

-💜✨

[With the decadent smell of smoked paprika and chicken flitting out the door as it opens, Coffee appears. He does have to take a moment to realize the latest guess is downwards, and his mellow expression quickly brightens.]

Voyyd! How are you? Those look tasty.. Wait.

We're not dating!

[He nervously steps aside and tries to herd Voyyd in.]

*Voyyd was grinning with her little gremlin grin as she handed the brownies to Coffee.*

Ok! I’ll go find your boyfriend then!!

Well, we aren't technically! He's-- he's upstairs. He hurt his ankle, don't jump on him!

[Coffee sighs as he watches her disappear into the home. He meanders over to the kitchen island, and sets the brownies down. Dinner is getting close to ready, but he's waiting on the rice.]

*Well, okay, that's dramatic, he's banged up with a bit of blood dried under his nose and leaning against the door frame on his left side to keep off his injured ankle. All while smiling sheepishly...*

Sooo, something... may've hhhhappened..?

*This motherfucker.*

- @thatconfusedanon

[At the sound of the knock, Coffee jolts up from where he is carefully drizzling chocolate syrup and sprinkles on a whip cream tower on his morning coffee. He's quick to jolt for the door, excited for who may have come to visit him on his birthday. Stimulation!]

[The door opens, his fancy coffee in one hand, and his expression slowly drops like the blood Altair is getting all over his doorstep.]

...

[He takes a good squint at Altair's ankle as he walks by, making sure it's not bleeding through the bandages quite yet and is still slowly closing.]

Heya. About ready to get up and go lay down?

[He offers the crutches forward.]

Y-yeah, I should be I think.

*He takes them and scoots forth to get up, stumbling slightly and falling back on his ass for a moment. His nose crinkles before trying again with a bit more success. Probably not in a way that would be considered "best", but hey he probably didn't fuck up his stitches this soon... Probably a world record.*

*...He doesn't want that.*

So, ehh... Did you have plans today..?

...No, I guess I didn't. I'm uh, gonna make some spicy corn bowls for dinner. Was thinking about baking, but I'm not really feelin it anymore.

[He rubs the back of his neck. He'll at least enjoy a few glasses of wine and maybe some Kahlua mixed drinks tonight once Altair leaves.]

*Well, okay, that's dramatic, he's banged up with a bit of blood dried under his nose and leaning against the door frame on his left side to keep off his injured ankle. All while smiling sheepishly...*

Sooo, something... may've hhhhappened..?

*This motherfucker.*

- @thatconfusedanon

[At the sound of the knock, Coffee jolts up from where he is carefully drizzling chocolate syrup and sprinkles on a whip cream tower on his morning coffee. He's quick to jolt for the door, excited for who may have come to visit him on his birthday. Stimulation!]

[The door opens, his fancy coffee in one hand, and his expression slowly drops like the blood Altair is getting all over his doorstep.]

...

[He takes a good squint at Altair's ankle as he walks by, making sure it's not bleeding through the bandages quite yet and is still slowly closing.]

Heya. About ready to get up and go lay down?

[He offers the crutches forward.]

Y-yeah, I should be I think.

*He takes them and scoots forth to get up, stumbling slightly and falling back on his ass for a moment. His nose crinkles before trying again with a bit more success. Probably not in a way that would be considered "best", but hey he probably didn't fuck up his stitches this soon... Probably a world record.*

*...He doesn't want that.*

So, ehh... Did you have plans today..?

*Well, okay, that's dramatic, he's banged up with a bit of blood dried under his nose and leaning against the door frame on his left side to keep off his injured ankle. All while smiling sheepishly...*

Sooo, something... may've hhhhappened..?

*This motherfucker.*

- @thatconfusedanon

[At the sound of the knock, Coffee jolts up from where he is carefully drizzling chocolate syrup and sprinkles on a whip cream tower on his morning coffee. He's quick to jolt for the door, excited for who may have come to visit him on his birthday. Stimulation!]

[The door opens, his fancy coffee in one hand, and his expression slowly drops like the blood Altair is getting all over his doorstep.]

...

I'm fine, mostly-- I just. It's a bit of a long story, mostly involving a lack of foresight on my part annnnd the guy I may've fought wound up biting the shit outta me..?

*He draws a breath through gritted teeth, really trying to look anywhere but Coffee's gaze.*

It's-- it's ok. They bit you? Let's be sure to top off your vaccinations to be safe. It's ok, just um, er, come on in and head on to the clinic and sit in any of the exam rooms. I'm just gonna, gonna grab the needles and string. That's a lot of blood.

[He rubs the back of his neck and leans in trying to get a better look at the ankle. He takes a long slurp of his fancy coffee, knowing he probably won't get back to it until its long gone cold and the whip cream melted.]

*His expression turns pained at the mention of potential needles and stitches pausing midway on his way towards the clinic.*

Well, fuck me I suppose... Ehh, that's kinda what I get also, the whole thing was a dumb idea to begin with..

[He stares at the scene again, setting down his things. He takes a deep breath, does the "boi" motion briefly to vent, and only then moves over to get things moving.]

Alright, Altair, let's see what you got into this time...

[He passes Altair a water bottle filled with Pedialyte while pulling out the exam chair's extenders so Altair has room to keep his legs a little higher up, and tosses the towel over it. Then it's off to wash his hands and put on gloves.]

Er, yeaahh... Well.. At least the most major thing is getting bitten and nothing more,, yeah?

*He breathes out a quiet sigh, watching Coffee from the corner of his eye before looking away to any other place in the room. Part of him could swear he's memorized the room by now with how often he's come in and out... Never a good thing, but it's a noticing. Then he stares at the blood on the floor for a second, muttering under his breath,*

Well, the children would appreciate your blue instead of the red, I think, eheh.

[Coffee comes back to sit near Altair's feet in the chair he's brought along, and starts preparing supplies. He looks at the bleeding wound.]

You say that about getting bitten like its something simple... there's cleaning, infection control, and more difficulty stitching it up all because it was bitten, so under that blood you may have lost skin too, you know? There are still stages, and I haven't even got to see about the deeper damage yet. Hopefully there isn't muscle damage and you just end up with bruising...

*He gives a light shrug, leaning forwards a little bit to watch. He stiffens slightly as Coffee starts to dab away at it, mostly to prevent himself from flinching too hard. His head tilts slightly.*

My whole idea with the statement was trying to put a positive spin on a bad situation, I uh. Can see how you mean, though. Less major in everything that has occurred, but uh, not easy in the tending process.

*He folds his arms into himself before unfolding them and leaning back again, staring at the ceiling now.*

Eheheh... sorry for breaking the illusion.

[From cleaning away some of the dry or dirty blood away from the still bleeding wound to dabbing away with alcohol-covered cotton balls, the medic continues on. It stings.]

*He flinches, pulling back away from Coffee a little.*

There's no need to worry! You're gonna be fine.

[Coffee's impressed with how gnarly the bite wound is.]

[Soon enough though, he's back to his work and numbing the area best he can, and unwrapping a pre-threaded curved needle.]

*He watches as Coffee unwraps the needle before turning away, picking up the pedialyte and leaning towards his right.*

Thanks.. I'll uh.. take a look?

*Capping off the bottle, he reaches over and opens the drawer... before pushing it closed and kinda just leaning back again, probably better than just folding himself in half in that direction.*

[Coffee mourns how he's spending his birthday. The activity itself is not the worst, but Altair seemingly having forgotten the day is. Coffee gets it-- he's preoccupied clearly, bleeding everywhere and all. But it still hurts.]

If you need more time to grab some crackers before I start, just say. I'm still getting things set up here right now, and the balm is setting in to numb it.

*He'll figure it out later, surely... Maybe when he's not preoccupied by, well, bleeding. Even so then.*

[Coffee finishes dabbing on the next layer of the numbing antibacterial balm, and gets the needle ready.]

*He pointedly turns away though just enough so he cannot watch Coffee stitch him back together. Hell, the thought made him woozy. Or maybe that's just minor blood loss. He'll be fine.*

[Coffee chuckles nervously as he begins to get to work. With the depth of the wound, and situation, he opts for some continuous mattress sutures best he can. It's slow going and precise, with one of his secondary hands keeping Altair's leg in place.]

[Halfway through, he's in the motions enough to continue the chatter.]

Ssssounds like a plan then.. yeah no I should be able to do that for the most part overall, maybe.. eugh.

*He tilts his head in thought, gaze wandering up towards one of the lights overhead, frowning.*

Just weird not being on the constant move I suppose, can take it easier though I think... Beyond the normaller life stuff, it's not really like I'mma be running around all crazy for a while anyway. At least, not til I have a better idea on the situation that wound me up here-- er!

Yeah, no I was thinking of taking the job stuff off just the rest was more of... keeping an eye out? But I can assure you no stitches will be torn and I will take the time to like, not end up back here too early.

*Altair shrugs a little before fidgeting with the cap of the water bottle.*

Good, please do be careful to not.

[A snip later, Coffee is setting aside his implements and going back to dabbing at the wound to clean up the blood that leaked out during the procedure, and a few beads where he was stitching.]

*Altair turns back, smiling a bit more lightly now even if his brow was slightly creased. He watched as Coffee was dabbing away at the blood, giving a light shrug.*

Please don't. I have some crutches and you can use those to get up the stairs today while the wound clots.

[Coffee sits back, finally able to snap off the gloves and dump them into a nearby biohazard trash can. A few plastic, formerly sterile tools go in there as well, but the majority of the metal ones stay on the tray with their gore.]

I'm going to go clean these tools and get them started in the autoclave, but I'll be back with some crutches shortly, ok? Just keep sipping on that pedialyte and maybe eat some crackers and it shouldn't take me long.

*He would watch as Coffee went off, opening the pedialyte and taking a tiny sip. His brow furrows slightly as he looks around, gaze landing on the mug before somewhere else. Nah he shouldn't...*

*Well, okay, that's dramatic, he's banged up with a bit of blood dried under his nose and leaning against the door frame on his left side to keep off his injured ankle. All while smiling sheepishly...*

Sooo, something... may've hhhhappened..?

*This motherfucker.*

- @thatconfusedanon

[At the sound of the knock, Coffee jolts up from where he is carefully drizzling chocolate syrup and sprinkles on a whip cream tower on his morning coffee. He's quick to jolt for the door, excited for who may have come to visit him on his birthday. Stimulation!]

[The door opens, his fancy coffee in one hand, and his expression slowly drops like the blood Altair is getting all over his doorstep.]

...

I'm fine, mostly-- I just. It's a bit of a long story, mostly involving a lack of foresight on my part annnnd the guy I may've fought wound up biting the shit outta me..?

*He draws a breath through gritted teeth, really trying to look anywhere but Coffee's gaze.*

It's-- it's ok. They bit you? Let's be sure to top off your vaccinations to be safe. It's ok, just um, er, come on in and head on to the clinic and sit in any of the exam rooms. I'm just gonna, gonna grab the needles and string. That's a lot of blood.

[He rubs the back of his neck and leans in trying to get a better look at the ankle. He takes a long slurp of his fancy coffee, knowing he probably won't get back to it until its long gone cold and the whip cream melted.]

*His expression turns pained at the mention of potential needles and stitches pausing midway on his way towards the clinic.*

Well, fuck me I suppose... Ehh, that's kinda what I get also, the whole thing was a dumb idea to begin with..

[He stares at the scene again, setting down his things. He takes a deep breath, does the "boi" motion briefly to vent, and only then moves over to get things moving.]

Alright, Altair, let's see what you got into this time...

[He passes Altair a water bottle filled with Pedialyte while pulling out the exam chair's extenders so Altair has room to keep his legs a little higher up, and tosses the towel over it. Then it's off to wash his hands and put on gloves.]

Er, yeaahh... Well.. At least the most major thing is getting bitten and nothing more,, yeah?

*He breathes out a quiet sigh, watching Coffee from the corner of his eye before looking away to any other place in the room. Part of him could swear he's memorized the room by now with how often he's come in and out... Never a good thing, but it's a noticing. Then he stares at the blood on the floor for a second, muttering under his breath,*

Well, the children would appreciate your blue instead of the red, I think, eheh.

[Coffee comes back to sit near Altair's feet in the chair he's brought along, and starts preparing supplies. He looks at the bleeding wound.]

You say that about getting bitten like its something simple... there's cleaning, infection control, and more difficulty stitching it up all because it was bitten, so under that blood you may have lost skin too, you know? There are still stages, and I haven't even got to see about the deeper damage yet. Hopefully there isn't muscle damage and you just end up with bruising...

*He gives a light shrug, leaning forwards a little bit to watch. He stiffens slightly as Coffee starts to dab away at it, mostly to prevent himself from flinching too hard. His head tilts slightly.*

My whole idea with the statement was trying to put a positive spin on a bad situation, I uh. Can see how you mean, though. Less major in everything that has occurred, but uh, not easy in the tending process.

*He folds his arms into himself before unfolding them and leaning back again, staring at the ceiling now.*

Eheheh... sorry for breaking the illusion.

[From cleaning away some of the dry or dirty blood away from the still bleeding wound to dabbing away with alcohol-covered cotton balls, the medic continues on. It stings.]

*He flinches, pulling back away from Coffee a little.*

There's no need to worry! You're gonna be fine.

[Coffee's impressed with how gnarly the bite wound is.]

[Soon enough though, he's back to his work and numbing the area best he can, and unwrapping a pre-threaded curved needle.]

*He watches as Coffee unwraps the needle before turning away, picking up the pedialyte and leaning towards his right.*

Thanks.. I'll uh.. take a look?

*Capping off the bottle, he reaches over and opens the drawer... before pushing it closed and kinda just leaning back again, probably better than just folding himself in half in that direction.*

[Coffee mourns how he's spending his birthday. The activity itself is not the worst, but Altair seemingly having forgotten the day is. Coffee gets it-- he's preoccupied clearly, bleeding everywhere and all. But it still hurts.]

If you need more time to grab some crackers before I start, just say. I'm still getting things set up here right now, and the balm is setting in to numb it.

*He'll figure it out later, surely... Maybe when he's not preoccupied by, well, bleeding. Even so then.*

[Coffee finishes dabbing on the next layer of the numbing antibacterial balm, and gets the needle ready.]

*He pointedly turns away though just enough so he cannot watch Coffee stitch him back together. Hell, the thought made him woozy. Or maybe that's just minor blood loss. He'll be fine.*

[Coffee chuckles nervously as he begins to get to work. With the depth of the wound, and situation, he opts for some continuous mattress sutures best he can. It's slow going and precise, with one of his secondary hands keeping Altair's leg in place.]

[Halfway through, he's in the motions enough to continue the chatter.]

Ssssounds like a plan then.. yeah no I should be able to do that for the most part overall, maybe.. eugh.

*He tilts his head in thought, gaze wandering up towards one of the lights overhead, frowning.*

Just weird not being on the constant move I suppose, can take it easier though I think... Beyond the normaller life stuff, it's not really like I'mma be running around all crazy for a while anyway. At least, not til I have a better idea on the situation that wound me up here-- er!

Yeah, no I was thinking of taking the job stuff off just the rest was more of... keeping an eye out? But I can assure you no stitches will be torn and I will take the time to like, not end up back here too early.

*Altair shrugs a little before fidgeting with the cap of the water bottle.*

Good, please do be careful to not.

[A snip later, Coffee is setting aside his implements and going back to dabbing at the wound to clean up the blood that leaked out during the procedure, and a few beads where he was stitching.]

*Altair turns back, smiling a bit more lightly now even if his brow was slightly creased. He watched as Coffee was dabbing away at the blood, giving a light shrug.*

Please don't. I have some crutches and you can use those to get up the stairs today while the wound clots.