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[Xanxus is currently keeled over near the elevator on Deck 02, overcome by pain. He was so fucking close to getting to the infirmary, but it seems he is unable to go on any further. The wounds he received from Ridley are taking a toll on him again, and the exhaustion caused by using his flames is still lingering.
He had defiantly refused to accept help from someone earlier, and even now, in this condition, it's likely that Xanxus will still insist that he can make it on his own. Foolish male pride and all that shit. Anyone who is willing to put up with his incredible stubbornness, though, is welcome to drag his ass over to the infirmary.]
He had defiantly refused to accept help from someone earlier, and even now, in this condition, it's likely that Xanxus will still insist that he can make it on his own. Foolish male pride and all that shit. Anyone who is willing to put up with his incredible stubbornness, though, is welcome to drag his ass over to the infirmary.]
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This won't do. Star propels herself nearer the downed man, dropping to her knees next to him.]
Sir? Are you in need of any assistance? Do you need a doctor or a medical room visit? Are you ill?
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You... don't speak my language, I suppose? Or perhaps you are deaf! Um...
[She taps her mouth, then her ear and.. shrugs? Will he get what she means? Probably not.]
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...I don't speak English.
[She may not know what the hell he just said, but it should answer her question, at least.]
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It only lasts a few seconds, but it's effective. When she pulls back again and speaks; surprise surprise, it's in Italian.]
Do you need any help? The medical room or perhaps getting back to your own room?
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The Italian speech is a pleasant surprise, though. He struggles to get back on his feet.]
I don't need help.
[His tone is rather grumpy, aaaand he's trying to make his way over to the infirmary again. But not doing a very good job.]
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She rises as he does, feet leaving the ground to keep her level with his head. She's tall, but he's still taller than her.]
Are you sure? You look injured. I can help you get to where you are going no problem! It is my job.
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[His legs decide to fail him again, and before he knows it, he's back on the ground.
...Y'know what? Fuck this.]
...Medical room. Now.
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...Great. It's a good thing she glanced at the map before venturing out, isn't it? Cause she would totally know where the medical room was, then. Not.]
Um. Do you ... know where it is? [Oops.]
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...
Uhh...]
...All I know is that it's somewhere on this deck.
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Oh. Well I shall find it then!
[And she will, too; Trying every door until they do find the room. And she's practically holding him up with one arm too. Floating. Off the ground. Let's hope he's too distracted by the pain to notice, eh?]
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And yes, he does notice, but. The one who gave him these injuries was a talking dragon. So he's not going to say anything.
Once they're finally in the room, he'll just.... wait for her to put him down or something. Because really, what else can he do?
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Should... I go look for a doctor? I do not know anyone who is a Doctor, but I am sure I could find one!
Or I could bandage you? I have been taught basic medical...?
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I don't care.
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... You are hurt, so... I will bandage what needs it, and find a doctor for you.
What is your name? [Floating around the room, lookin' for bandage wrappings...]
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Um... What language is this that we are speaking? I am unfamiliar with it...
[A-hah. Found some. Back she goes, unwrapping a fair length to tear into usable pieces.]
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[Yeah, he still hasn't realized it was because of the kiss thing.]
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Italian? Oh! I have heard of it, but I am not familiar with it. As for how I am speaking it; all Tamaraneans are able to speak any language through physical touch. A kiss is what I normally use because it is the easiest.
You speak with your mouth. I connected with it, and learned you're language.
[Still unwravelling... and leaning in to bandage up whatever needs it most. Not that it's a great job; sloppy. But it'll do what it's meant for.]
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...Hn.
And by the way, I'll say whatever the hell I want.