05-29-2018, 06:44 PM
[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 530px; min-height: 9px; font-family:; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; padding: 20px"]"Roxas. Thirteen," Suiteheart would breathe, committing the names to memory. Just like Xion, he seemed to have a numerical name. However, as the Cosmic General did not know Xion's true identity, she wondered if 'Fourteen,' was in a situation similar to this Roxas-Thirteen-guy. It would make sense, she thought. Pairs of similar backgrounds often ended up in the same place. Take Roy and Maes for instance.
Despite Xion having called him Roxas, he introduced himself as Thirteen. It was certainly curious, but who was she to comment on the names of others? Her name was an anomaly: 'Sweetheart,' was what others often told her she should have been called when they asked her to spell it. She flicked an ear at the thought as Thirteen said she could heal him.
Suiteheart cleaned his shoulder off a bit before chewing comfrey up. Once it was chewed into a simple poultice, she would rub it onto his wound. Next, she grabbed the cobwebs and began to wrap his shoulder. The job, overall, was sloppy. She was no Cleric. She was just someone who knew what was supposed to happen and was trying to replicate what she had seen. "It looks like shit, but it'll hold. The comfrey'll help with pain. Make sure you keep it clean. We wouldn't want an infection or anything, kiddo." She presented the young boy with a smile.
"So... Do you guys know each other?" she ventured, noting the odd tension between the pair. Her baby blue eyes were half-lidded as she began to pack up the unused portion of her supplies.
Despite Xion having called him Roxas, he introduced himself as Thirteen. It was certainly curious, but who was she to comment on the names of others? Her name was an anomaly: 'Sweetheart,' was what others often told her she should have been called when they asked her to spell it. She flicked an ear at the thought as Thirteen said she could heal him.
Suiteheart cleaned his shoulder off a bit before chewing comfrey up. Once it was chewed into a simple poultice, she would rub it onto his wound. Next, she grabbed the cobwebs and began to wrap his shoulder. The job, overall, was sloppy. She was no Cleric. She was just someone who knew what was supposed to happen and was trying to replicate what she had seen. "It looks like shit, but it'll hold. The comfrey'll help with pain. Make sure you keep it clean. We wouldn't want an infection or anything, kiddo." She presented the young boy with a smile.
"So... Do you guys know each other?" she ventured, noting the odd tension between the pair. Her baby blue eyes were half-lidded as she began to pack up the unused portion of her supplies.
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[glow=black,10,100]GOT MY DEGREE IN THE GUTTER,[/glow]
[glow=black,1,100]MY HEART BROKEN IN THE DORMS OF THE IVY LEAGUE