[OPEN] If this day was your last

[silentabyss]

Who: Noah & YOU!
What: July Catch-All
When: Throughout July
Where: Various; see prompts for specific locations
Warnings: Will be posted in specific prompt headers if they come up
Notes: Open prompts are in here, as well as specific closed things! If you want me for something either send a message to this journal, poke me on the game discord, or bonk me at wolfchan!



FURTHER NOTES: Throughout the month Noah has an extremely obvious cut on his arm that has also torn the sleeve of his jacket. He keeps it bandaged but for the first week of the month it's extremely obviously there. People are free to approach him at any time about the injury and ask him questions, but be warned he will get extremely defensive and aggressive if pushed too much. Could make for some fun CR, idk.

Comments

[silentabyss]

[Noah blinks once, twice... eyes slowly slide to Turing's form, and he registers, however blearily, that he's being asked a question. As much as Noah would love to sink into the floor right now, this is Turing. He can trust Turing.]

...it's just a little wound. [He says, to a huge gash.] I've... had worse. I...

[Another pause, and he sighs, resigned.]

...could use the help, y-yeah.

[begetblue]

[ At the words "it's just a little wound," a frown that was a borderline pout formed on their face. At "I've had worse," their expression also got worse. Of course, since this was Turing, "worse" was also relative. Luckily they were quick to forgive, and once Noah admitted he needed help, all that disappeared as if it hadn't even happened in the first place. ]

It looks painful regardless of whether you've had worse or not. I'm afraid my medical knowledge is very limited, so I won't be able to give you stitches if you need them. Helping with the gauze is all I can do for you right now...

[ They hated feeling helpless. ]

[silentabyss]

...I think it'll be fine.

[His eyes don't quite meet Turing's, but he crouches down so that they can help him, handing over the bandages. He doesn't mean for anything he says to hurt their feelings, but to Noah, injuries like this are so commonplace that he wouldn't be bothered by this one if it didn't come from the circumstances it did.]

All... all I was doing was washing it and bandaging it anyway. It's okay. I, um... I appreciate the help.

[begetblue]

[ Just what kind of fights had Noah been getting into if an injury like this one was still worthy of an "it'll be fine"? They tilted their head a bit, but thought better of it before they could look him in the eye and got to work instead. ]

Please, think nothing of it. I'm unable to fight, and this place can't be called safe... Helping your with your wounds is the very least I can do for an acquaintance, if not a friend.

[silentabyss]

[Friends, huh... Noah wants them to be friends, but he's always paranoid that his shitty luck is going to get all of them killed. After all, it's happened before. But... sigh. Now really isn't the time to dwell on it.]

Y-yeah, but... it does mean a lot to me. [He winces just a bit as the wound is wrapped up. Raw as it is, it still hurts.] I would do the same for you i-if... if you got hurt. I don't know how to repair Nasods, though...

[Noah doesn't have a word for "robots" so he's picked the next closest thing, see.]

[begetblue]

Sorry! But I need to be sure your wounds are wrapped firmly...

[ Noah's kind words were appreciated, but at the same time it didn't feel good to be repaying that kindness by hurting him! They didn't have a chance to dwell on that for very long once the word "Nasod" came up. They had definitely heard that word before. They searched their memory, and...oh. Oh no. ]

Do you know Add?

[silentabyss]

Not... really. We're from the same world, but I didn't meet him until he wound up here...

[Don't worry, Noah also thinks Add's kinda fucking weird. He has no idea about the robot harassment, though.

Sorry for the trauma, Turing.]

I know you're not... from Elrios, so you're not a "Nasod", but I'm not sure what the word you use is.