[ Once Midori isn't leaning so close, Alice breathes easier, and he crosses his arms instead of squeezing his thighs as though they're standing in for a stress ball. He does feel better, at least while the injured area has no feeling in it...
His next remark comes out muttered, vaguely petulant: ]
You told me not to get it wet... My body isn't the problem! But imposing on someone...
[ How can he simply approach others to request their assistance? Who would agree to that?! ]
Do not get it wet, or it'll ruin the stitches! I can give you a rag that'll be great for the job.
[ with everything done, he uses the bandages that he has to place over the area, covering it from sight. fine work, he will say so himself. ]
You've made friends here, haven't you?
[ loathe he is to say so, he inquires like a doctor who worries about their patient. friends, out of all people who had obtained friends it would be alice, and he could only hope that he loses them one by one.
even though they're no longer in the majority game, it does hurt to see his murderer standing before him— breathing, existing.
well, whatever! ]
Someone must be willing. Or you can come to me for a daily wash.
[ Stitches, bandages — that means he can put his shirt back on! Alice snatches it up, pulling it over his head and pushing his arms through the sleeves before tugging the hem down his torso, much faster than he removed the garment. Then, rising to his feet, he turns around fully to face Midori.
A daily wash... As if he's an invalid, helpless without Midori's intervention... It has to be a joke. But these bandages need changing over and over until the wound heals and the stitches are gone, right? ]
I've made many friends! Any of them would be more than willing to seize this opportunity...!
[ Or so he'll claim, in case Midori hoped to hear the opposite. ]
[ Aches or pains?! It's not over...? But he'll endure all of them, regardless of how much they might make him scream or cry, if they're unbearably unpleasant! ]
I'm always good...
[ If this were an ordinary doctor's visit, some words of gratitude would be in order, and they nearly slip out as Alice heads for the door. ]
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His next remark comes out muttered, vaguely petulant: ]
You told me not to get it wet... My body isn't the problem! But imposing on someone...
[ How can he simply approach others to request their assistance? Who would agree to that?! ]
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[ with everything done, he uses the bandages that he has to place over the area, covering it from sight. fine work, he will say so himself. ]
You've made friends here, haven't you?
[ loathe he is to say so, he inquires like a doctor who worries about their patient. friends, out of all people who had obtained friends it would be alice, and he could only hope that he loses them one by one.
even though they're no longer in the majority game, it does hurt to see his murderer standing before him— breathing, existing.
well, whatever! ]
Someone must be willing. Or you can come to me for a daily wash.
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A daily wash... As if he's an invalid, helpless without Midori's intervention... It has to be a joke. But these bandages need changing over and over until the wound heals and the stitches are gone, right? ]
I've made many friends! Any of them would be more than willing to seize this opportunity...!
[ Or so he'll claim, in case Midori hoped to hear the opposite. ]
So, as you can see, your work is done!
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[ it's going to hurt like hell once it wears off, but he's sure that alice can bear it... maybe. ]
I'll come and visit you in two.
[ a smile as he finally sits down, crossing his legs as he looks towards the door. ] Be good, Alice!
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I'm always good...
[ If this were an ordinary doctor's visit, some words of gratitude would be in order, and they nearly slip out as Alice heads for the door. ]
Th— [ He covers it up with a cough. ] Goodbye!