Kliment

He doesn’t want to remain on such a sticky and hard to leave topic, but Kliment just wanted to be clear on what he should avoid doing- or anything else she preferred.

Making a dive for the empty love-seat next to the couch he calls out, “Base!” The made-up rule could be disputed but he hoped it’d buy him time. He was just out of stamina at the moment. His labored breathing didn’t interrupt his words, “N-No tickles! I won’t do it again! I swear!”

Taking a moment to see what she was looking at, he felt his face drain with color, and he nodded sadly. His heart sank and he felt his stomach turn. Seeing one of the bags emerge out, he turned around, and kept himself from looking at everyone he should have been able to help. Keeping his eyes closed as he faced away, he exhaled heavily once he realized he was holding his breath, and played with the end of his scarf to keep his hands busy.

“Including me.” He points to himself, “Yeah, but-“ The pause seems as if he doesn’t know how to follow. But the light joking makes him smile, “I will take your word for that.” He nudges her gently, all in playful manner, before he taked a moment to look around at the hallways and open ended exits along their way. He sighed and threw a topic into the air, “This place is huge.. I am going to get so lost here.”

The small backdrop was more vague and distracting so he continued with the topic, “When I started looking into Overwatch I knew I’d need something more reliable seeing as I use my hands.” He wiggles his fingers as he holds his hands out and looks to her with a smile etching over his cheeks in embarrassment, “Though the sound range is limited. Which causes the sounds when I laugh..”

Kliment shook his head and paused, “The good thing is. Most standard showers are made for people who are five and a half feet tall- give or take two inches.” He give a soft chuckle, “I am well above that and I am taller than most shower heads in standard builds.”

Kliment craned his neck and started to trail his way out. The whirring before he spoke was unintentional and clearly so by him startlingly covering it, but Kliment spoke regardless, “Home is.. new.” He paused and frowned, “You have to help me. I am not good with socializing.”

Picking his hands up, he rubbed his face, and lifted his head back up to look at Reggie. He gave a scratchy yawn and his vocalizer crackled before he spoke, “Wha’ was cool?”

Frowning, as Reggie was now unconscious, he looked to Mercy anxiously, and decided to follow as she made her way back up to the ship via her gliding which made him awfully jealous. Yet, he made his way in before settling on the floor next to Reggie’s cot, his hand positioned just enough to overlap the tops of her fingers, and continue healing.

Wanting no interruption he picked her up in his arms again. The hand under her leg and back pressed flat so they could heal and he moved a bit slower to focus more on healing her. The taller male brightened at the sun beginning to spill over the edge of the horizon, “We are close, yes?”

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He scrambles to place his hands on her and heal. Collecting his breath, he realized the whole time he hadn’t even done that, and scoffs at his own panic. He presses his hands over her arm first and turns around from time to time to be sure he lost anyone that could have followed, “O боже..” There was a lot more injuries he would’ve liked, “дерьмо!” He pushed his way out of long-sleeved shirt he wore and began dressing the wounds with shreds of the fabric reaching around her middle and left arm. His tank top that rested under was all but nothing in the battlefield, but he’d rather lose his shirt than his scarf, and figured he could handle making it to departure.