UN: GreenDolphin

[strings_theory]

Sooo.

Today I learned that my strings do not in fact cut through bone.

Bonus: I learned I can have Stone Free type shit for me instead.

No, you're not getting any context for this shit.

I might have made a mistake this time.

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[strings_theory]

[It'd probably be a good idea to question how the fuck she's taking all of that so well with how much she fucked that shit up. But the answer is, as always, Florida Woman. Or more likely she's pushed that shit down to appear calm and collected in public while internally screaming, one of the two.

She's quiet for a moment as she watches this shit, not interested in moving away from him or stopping what's going on. It's. Better. She'll absolutely give him that and kind of fascinating in a weird sort of way.

Once he's done she's humming a little to herself, pft.]

I suppose I should probably still go to the infirmary, huh? But better, a lot less likely to fall the fuck over on the way there or bleed out.

[deuteranope]

[She definitely reads as sturdier to him, now, and he privately lets his relief ease his own tension. Good... Also good, probably, that he's not as covered in blood as he'd jokingly expected.]

Yeah. I'll be headed there anyway, too. It's as good a chance as any to have Doc take a peek my mana levels after healing. Bastard's in charge of trying to keep that shit in check. Feels like I could still do another one, though...

[He clears his throat and offers a crooked, awkward smile before starting down the path again. He won't get too far from her, but...yeah. They should get going.]

[strings_theory]

[She absolutely is, even if her joke about seeing if Stone Free could still work while passed out wasn't something she even tried. Given the familiar is absolutely nowhere to be seen, perhaps for the better at this point.]

Well, hopefully that whole mess didn't completely deplete you, huh? [At least she's following after him and seeming interested in keeping up with him.]

Too bad I haven't learned the supposed healing part of that breathing shit from the grandbat, huh? Otherwise I could have just fuckin' fixed it myself... [Or don't trust her with that shit, ever.]

[deuteranope]

Eh, not like I ever gotta use it more than once a day, these days. If that. Most part, people I give a shit about are keeping out of trouble.

[It's always good to know she isn't The Worst about her health, even if she's reckless as fuck. He stuffs his hands in his pockets and raises an amused eyebrow at her while they walk.]

Yeah, I'd make sure you ain't shit at it before you bank on saving yourself from stupid shit like this in the future. You'd think that'd be the first fucking thing he'd teach someone like you, though.

[strings_theory]

[When you're used to getting into fights and doing absolutely dumb shit, you don't just let yourself fall there if you can get yourself to a doctor or whatever. That's the first rule of staying alive.]

First fuckin' thing is just being able to keep my breathing steady enough to learn a goddamned thing with it. Not as easy as it sounds. [Especially when you're a ticking time bomb like her, but that's... details, isn't it?]

[deuteranope]

[Yeah...]

Fucking bullshit, ain't it? Like, what, am I fucking breathing too incorrectly for you, universe? I'm fucking getting oxygen, ain't I?

[Not that he's started Hamon lessons, yet. This was only somewhat related breathing.]

[strings_theory]

Something something, akin to meditation or what-the-fuck-ever. [Jolyne, you are the absolute fucking worst when it comes to literally any of this shit.

But like hell if she's going to admit that kind of shit to herself, at least, so whatever.]

Didn't know there was a way to breath incorrectly, yet here we fuckin' are...