[ Kara sleeps pretty soundly, and unless Noé comes back and forcibly wakes her up, she's out for a few hours. Completely unaware of where Vanitas is resting, she may or may not kick him lightly, given that this is one of her bad sleep habits.
Eventually, she wakes up and groans. She opens her eyes blearily before she slowly sits up. ]
Mm...? Where - [ And that's when she realizes she's on a bed, tucked under the covers. She places a hand over her mouth and mutters to herself: ] Ah... How embarrassing...
[Thankfully that's enough time for him to get some much needed rest, too. Even her kicks aren't enough to throw him off, as he merely clings to her a little tighter. Not enough to wake her, but just so he doesn't get bonked in the head.
Only once she starts to stir does Vanitas too move slightly. A soft sigh escapes him in his sleep, and he murmurs quietly if incomprehensibly. Only one word is discernible.]
[ She sits up and realizes that her husband is clinging on relatively tightly to her, and her cheeks burn pink, simply because he's closer than she anticipated he'd be upon waking...
But the name says it all. He's dreaming of...someone else, probably? A former lover? Hmm. She has half a mind to put a hand on his shoulder and gently shake him, but she knows how awful he felt, so she opts to lay back down and let him rest. ]
[Finally, Vanitas too stirs and begins to rouse himself, lifting his head up and blinking blearily around him. It wasn't the most comfortable rest he's gotten, but he still feels better for having slept some more. The throbbing of his head has gone, and he no longer feels quite so sick as before.
Though once he realizes he's leaning on someone, he jerks upwards with a noise, head whirling towards her. Recognition dawns then, allowing him to relax a bit.]
Ah, shit, sorry... Guess we both needed the rest, huh?
[ She feigns clearing her throat so she can bring a hand up to her lips and try to obscure that flush on her cheeks. Her voice is leveled, though, as she shakes her head.
She takes a moment to debate on bringing up that name...but decides against it. They're strangers, after all, despite what's on paper. ]
It's okay. You seemed like you were dreaming of...something important, so I didn't wanna wake you up. Feeling any better?
[Thankfully, he's not one to press the issue too much, at least not right now. So instead he merely stretches, rubbing at the back of his neck to work the kinks out of it.
Though her comment about something important gets him glancing her way again. There's no blush upon his face, no smile like he's thinking of a night of passion or anything like that. Just a bit of sadness in his eyes as he nods vaguely.]
Yeah... I was. Thanks for not disturbing me. It helped a lot to just sleep it off. How about you? Holding up okay?
[ She nods in response, and catches that melancholy expression on his face. It was a bad dream, then. She knows how those go, but any sort of prodding about Luna will have to wait. Assuming she stays here long enough to get to know him that much. ]
Surprisingly well, yeah. I actually haven't slept that well in a long time. Having a bed helps a lot...so, well, thanks for letting me nap here.
[ She certainly seems more refreshed than she was earlier. The bags under her eyes are less prominent! ]
[Thankfully it's an expression which doesn't last long as he pushes the dream aside to focus on her and what she says. Brimming with curiosity, he tilts his head a bit and eyes her, before finally asking:]
Do you not normally have a bed?
[At least that's what it sounds like. He's been there, though, sleeping out in the wilderness, or not having the means to reach an inn or hotel.]
If I get lucky, I'll find a torn mattress on the streets!
[ She says it with an all-too-chipper tone, though it's hardly authentic and more sarcastic than anything. It's a pretty sad thing to say.
She softens considerably when she speaks next. ]
But, you know, I'm just fortunate enough to be able to sleep and wake up the next day. A lot of people...well, they sleep. And they don't wake up. If you know what I mean.
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I know I somehow wound up here, though, and this isn't where I'm supposed to be. I can tell, because it doesn't feel like the world's ending, and my attire kinda sticks out like a sore thumb.
[Not something to be happy about?? But he's been in worse situations, so he has no room to talk, really. So instead he sighs, shaking his head. Though for a while after what she says next, he's quiet, lost in thought before nodding and commenting quietly.]
Yeah... I do know. Not everyone is lucky enough to see the sun rise on another day. [A thoughtful hum as he eyes her, then laughs a bit.] You do, rather. Not Parisian fashion at all. Maybe we should get you a new outfit or two. I have money.
[ As Vanitas goes to wash up, Kara sits around, at a loss of what to do while she waits. Being alone is scarier than it should be these days, and she stiffens as she sits in her designated bed. She's currently wearing a jacket over her shirt, but when Vanitas comes out of the bathroom, he will find that jacket is off, revealing her arms that are bandaged.
The left side has one wrapped around her forearm; the right has a large bandaid slapped on her upper arm.
Her eyes snap open when he appears, and she gathers her jacket in her arms in a flimsy attempt to shield them. A solemn expression turns cheerful (and sheepish) again. ]
[Thankfully he's used to working fast and efficiently, so his bath doesn't take too long. Fifteen minutes or so tops before he's exiting the bathroom in fresh clothes and with a towel draped across his shoulders to keep his damp hair from wetting his attire. Immediately, his eyes flick to the bandages, and they widen in surprise at how many she seems to have.
It's almost enough to make him reach for his left arm, but he resists, fingers merely twitching lightly. Though a frown settles in on his face as he answers her.]
Yeah. All finished. [He pauses, then strides over to tug at her jacket gently.] Your arms. Let me see them.
[ The bandage on her left arm has some blood on it, almost as if it's seeped through the layers. She draws her arm back and tenses up - a gut reaction - and she pauses. ]
N-no, no, it's okay. Just a little accident, seriously.
[ But it is clearly not fine, judging by the blood and the nervous expression on her face. Unbeknownst to her, her hands are gripping her jacket very tightly. ]
[The fact there's blood seeping through is the last straw as far as he's concerned. His expression turns serious and he shakes his head.]
There's nothing "little" about having blood-soaked bandages on your arms. C'mon, I'm a doctor. Let me at least take a look and change out your dressing.
[Rather than force her though, he turns and goes to get his medical bag, bringing it back to set on the bed. He then proceeds to take out some fresh gauze and ointment, before heading to the bathroom, where he dampens a towel and finally returns to sit on the bed beside her.]
[ She looks at the tools in his bag and considers this, watching as he goes to the bathroom and following him when he returns. ]
I... [ She hesitates for a moment and considers her options. One, let her probably pretty awful wound get worse but keep her pride - which will be lost anyway, probably - or two, allow Vanitas to tend to it and deal with the fear in the moment. The second one is slightly more favorable.
So, even though it takes a moment, she lowers her arms and moves her jacket off to the side. ]
Mmm. Don't let my age fool you. My father was one as well.
[Hence where he learned a good deal of his knowledge from, although not all of it. But that's a story for a later time. Right now, he focuses on trying to coax her into allowing him to treat her, by patiently sitting and rolling up his sleeves to keep the damp towel from wetting it.
Once she finally agrees, he smiles slightly and nods with a humorless laugh.]
Don't worry, I'm sure I've seen worse.
[And been through it, too. But for now, he merely unwraps the bandages in order to examine the wounds themselves. Once he's certain it's safe, he gently dabs at them with the cloth, until he's certain they're cleaned of any blood and debris that might be in them.]
[ The arm wound is...not great, to say the least. It quite literally looks like someone tried to rip her arm apart. Thankfully, there's no bone showing, but there's certainly exposed flesh that shouldn't be there. There's sign of infection starting to form. It's not great. ]
...I...sure.
[ They're married, and she has nothing to lose by sharing. ]
Ever heard of...the undead? Zombies? The end of the world, and what happens when people become those...?
[That's enough to make his expression turn serious as he goes into doctor mode, treating the wound with disinfectant and then fishing around his bag for a set of sutures and an anesthetic in a syringe.]
Only in lore and fairy tales. Though there was a time when vampires didn't exist, and they do now, so... [So he believes her.] Is that what did this to you?
[Taking up the syringe, he tests it a little bit, then takes her arm in his other hand, pausing to glance at her.]
[ She glances away from the tools, dreading the procedure, but what can you do. She'll grin and bear it, or she'll get sick from an infection, so... ]
Mm, I thought they weren't real, either. And then it happened, so...yeah. I'll have to ask you about the vampires at some point.
[ Because she will press on but she may also have a meltdown if there are vampires trying to kill her here like the zombies are. Once in a while is...manageable, but. Man. ]
Go for it. And yeah, it was an undead that did this. It tried to eat me as I was fighting off a couple of others. I was on my own.
[Treatments are rarely easy, he knows, so he goes slow to give her the chance to decide whether or not to let him help. She's within her rights to refuse treatment, after all.]
Heh, sure. We can trade horror stories, how about that? [He laughs, though it's mostly humorless.] Don't worry, most vampires are well-behaved these days. After the war.
[Carefully, he injects her with just enough of the local to numb her arm a bit, and while that takes effect, he digs around for another syringe.] Antibiotic. Just a dose to help you fight off the infection. [With that, he repeats the procedure, being as gentle as he can be.]
Yeah... It's not easy fighting multiple opponents on your own, especially if you're not used to it or don't have the tools necessary.
[ A war...there is so much lore here to unlock. She keeps her eyes trained on his as he speaks, and it serves as a grounding point, a way to keep her focused on something as the injections go in. Honestly, it's not the worst thing she's experienced, even if she's shaking a bit and gritting her teeth from the pain.
When the pain begins to pass, she nods in understanding. ]
It isn't. I...am armed, but I've never been trained in fighting or anything like that. I just...took something that I knew how to use and figured out something to keep myself and my friends alive.
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Eventually, she wakes up and groans. She opens her eyes blearily before she slowly sits up. ]
Mm...? Where - [ And that's when she realizes she's on a bed, tucked under the covers. She places a hand over her mouth and mutters to herself: ] Ah... How embarrassing...
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Only once she starts to stir does Vanitas too move slightly. A soft sigh escapes him in his sleep, and he murmurs quietly if incomprehensibly. Only one word is discernible.]
Mmnn... Lu...na....
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[ She sits up and realizes that her husband is clinging on relatively tightly to her, and her cheeks burn pink, simply because he's closer than she anticipated he'd be upon waking...
But the name says it all. He's dreaming of...someone else, probably? A former lover? Hmm. She has half a mind to put a hand on his shoulder and gently shake him, but she knows how awful he felt, so she opts to lay back down and let him rest. ]
Luna, huh...
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Though once he realizes he's leaning on someone, he jerks upwards with a noise, head whirling towards her. Recognition dawns then, allowing him to relax a bit.]
Ah, shit, sorry... Guess we both needed the rest, huh?
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She takes a moment to debate on bringing up that name...but decides against it. They're strangers, after all, despite what's on paper. ]
It's okay. You seemed like you were dreaming of...something important, so I didn't wanna wake you up. Feeling any better?
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Though her comment about something important gets him glancing her way again. There's no blush upon his face, no smile like he's thinking of a night of passion or anything like that. Just a bit of sadness in his eyes as he nods vaguely.]
Yeah... I was. Thanks for not disturbing me. It helped a lot to just sleep it off. How about you? Holding up okay?
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Surprisingly well, yeah. I actually haven't slept that well in a long time. Having a bed helps a lot...so, well, thanks for letting me nap here.
[ She certainly seems more refreshed than she was earlier. The bags under her eyes are less prominent! ]
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Do you not normally have a bed?
[At least that's what it sounds like. He's been there, though, sleeping out in the wilderness, or not having the means to reach an inn or hotel.]
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[ She says it with an all-too-chipper tone, though it's hardly authentic and more sarcastic than anything. It's a pretty sad thing to say.
She softens considerably when she speaks next. ]
But, you know, I'm just fortunate enough to be able to sleep and wake up the next day. A lot of people...well, they sleep. And they don't wake up. If you know what I mean.
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I know I somehow wound up here, though, and this isn't where I'm supposed to be. I can tell, because it doesn't feel like the world's ending, and my attire kinda sticks out like a sore thumb.
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[Not something to be happy about?? But he's been in worse situations, so he has no room to talk, really. So instead he sighs, shaking his head. Though for a while after what she says next, he's quiet, lost in thought before nodding and commenting quietly.]
Yeah... I do know. Not everyone is lucky enough to see the sun rise on another day. [A thoughtful hum as he eyes her, then laughs a bit.] You do, rather. Not Parisian fashion at all. Maybe we should get you a new outfit or two. I have money.
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[ She's brightening up at the mention of a new outfit. How awesome would it be to wear something chic for once...! ]
A shopping trip sounds great! When can we go?!
[ SORRY, VANI...you opened up the flood gates ]
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[Thankfully he has no trouble being a sugar daddy for a bit, haha... Besides, her enthusiasm is cute!]
Mmm... How about in half an hour? I need to bathe since I definitely didn't last night.
[He brought this upon himself!]
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[ Because he is not exempt from this. He WILL be trying on clothes. ]
I'll just wait here? I won't break anything, promise!
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[He still thinks she's just going to be the one trying things on...]
Heh... The one thing I might worry about, you can't break, so it's fine.
[He'll just gather up his clothes and head for the bathroom, then!]
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The left side has one wrapped around her forearm; the right has a large bandaid slapped on her upper arm.
Her eyes snap open when he appears, and she gathers her jacket in her arms in a flimsy attempt to shield them. A solemn expression turns cheerful (and sheepish) again. ]
Oh, hey! All done?
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It's almost enough to make him reach for his left arm, but he resists, fingers merely twitching lightly. Though a frown settles in on his face as he answers her.]
Yeah. All finished. [He pauses, then strides over to tug at her jacket gently.] Your arms. Let me see them.
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N-no, no, it's okay. Just a little accident, seriously.
[ But it is clearly not fine, judging by the blood and the nervous expression on her face. Unbeknownst to her, her hands are gripping her jacket very tightly. ]
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There's nothing "little" about having blood-soaked bandages on your arms. C'mon, I'm a doctor. Let me at least take a look and change out your dressing.
[Rather than force her though, he turns and goes to get his medical bag, bringing it back to set on the bed. He then proceeds to take out some fresh gauze and ointment, before heading to the bathroom, where he dampens a towel and finally returns to sit on the bed beside her.]
I won't hurt you, promise.
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[ She looks at the tools in his bag and considers this, watching as he goes to the bathroom and following him when he returns. ]
I... [ She hesitates for a moment and considers her options. One, let her probably pretty awful wound get worse but keep her pride - which will be lost anyway, probably - or two, allow Vanitas to tend to it and deal with the fear in the moment. The second one is slightly more favorable.
So, even though it takes a moment, she lowers her arms and moves her jacket off to the side. ]
Sorry. It's...probably not going to look pretty.
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[Hence where he learned a good deal of his knowledge from, although not all of it. But that's a story for a later time. Right now, he focuses on trying to coax her into allowing him to treat her, by patiently sitting and rolling up his sleeves to keep the damp towel from wetting it.
Once she finally agrees, he smiles slightly and nods with a humorless laugh.]
Don't worry, I'm sure I've seen worse.
[And been through it, too. But for now, he merely unwraps the bandages in order to examine the wounds themselves. Once he's certain it's safe, he gently dabs at them with the cloth, until he's certain they're cleaned of any blood and debris that might be in them.]
Is it something you want to talk about?
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...I...sure.
[ They're married, and she has nothing to lose by sharing. ]
Ever heard of...the undead? Zombies? The end of the world, and what happens when people become those...?
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Only in lore and fairy tales. Though there was a time when vampires didn't exist, and they do now, so... [So he believes her.] Is that what did this to you?
[Taking up the syringe, he tests it a little bit, then takes her arm in his other hand, pausing to glance at her.]
I'm just going to numb the site a bit, okay?
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Mm, I thought they weren't real, either. And then it happened, so...yeah. I'll have to ask you about the vampires at some point.
[ Because she will press on but she may also have a meltdown if there are vampires trying to kill her here like the zombies are. Once in a while is...manageable, but. Man. ]
Go for it. And yeah, it was an undead that did this. It tried to eat me as I was fighting off a couple of others. I was on my own.
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Heh, sure. We can trade horror stories, how about that? [He laughs, though it's mostly humorless.] Don't worry, most vampires are well-behaved these days. After the war.
[Carefully, he injects her with just enough of the local to numb her arm a bit, and while that takes effect, he digs around for another syringe.] Antibiotic. Just a dose to help you fight off the infection. [With that, he repeats the procedure, being as gentle as he can be.]
Yeah... It's not easy fighting multiple opponents on your own, especially if you're not used to it or don't have the tools necessary.
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When the pain begins to pass, she nods in understanding. ]
It isn't. I...am armed, but I've never been trained in fighting or anything like that. I just...took something that I knew how to use and figured out something to keep myself and my friends alive.
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Do you fight alone, Vanitas?
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