Dance magic dance

[equipoises]

[The title of this post means nothing except that the song is stuck in my head. THREADS FOR ANGE, WHEEE LAZY STYLE.]

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[equipoises]

[She can't help a small smile. For as weird as he was/is, he's got a good bedside manner. Then again, maybe that's not surprising, since being cheerful seems to come naturally to him.]

Yeah, it was pretty unfair. I think the guy was just mad that I beat him last time and too drunk to really think about what he was doing. It didn't seem that bad but I'm not a doctor.

[She rubs at her shoulder a little.] Good thing I was lucky though... I rely a lot on my legs.

[lovesherbody.livejournal.com]

I can probably prevent it from scarring too much.

[Threading the needle and hooking a stool with his foot so he can start stitching. Very neat, tiny stitches.]

Even though it didn't get the muscle, you should be careful about tearing the stitches if you can. I'd like to say you aren't at risk for any infection, I do take pride in my skills, but you should keep an eye on this for the next few days all the same.

[equipoises]

[She bites her lip but the pain killer is mostly in effect, so it doesn't really hurt as much as she was expecting. The anticipation is always worse anyway. But she nods and keeps herself still.]

I will. I won't do anything strenuous to make all this for nothing. ...Somehow I've managed not to need stitches before. I've always been pretty lucky.

[Actually thinking about it, it's always been mild bruising or, well, death. No inbetweens. Seeing something that is feels kind of strange.]

[lovesherbody.livejournal.com]

That's good. Hopefully that luck keeps up from now on. Though of course I'd be out of business if people were lucky like that all the time.

[He finishes, cleans the excess blood, and binds the stitching to keep it sterile as well.]

[And standing to wash his hands again.]

You can get dressed. I'll see to the tea. Is there a kind you like?

[equipoises]

[Ange resists the urge to poke at it once he's done. She's not a kid. Or Lion.]

Black tea is my favourite. But whatever you have is all right.

[While he does that, she slips back into her shirt. Once it's buttoned, though, she just grabs her jacket. Maybe it seems like a small, meaningless gesture, but it means she actually feels comfortable around him.]

[lovesherbody.livejournal.com]

Black tea it is!

[He's quite cheerful. And while he may notice her relaxed lack of putting the coat right back on, he doesn't comment. His interest in humans just isn't there. Keenly observant is far different from keen on observing.]

Do you like milk and sugar, Ange-chan?

[equipoises]

[No complaints here. It's nice not to be eyed like some really interesting hamster by bratty witches.]

Both, please. Uhm, a little extra milk. You weren't busy or anything, right...?

[She really doesn't mind staying - he's pretty nice and kind of interesting - but if he was busy or anything...]