08-19-2018, 10:36 PM
"I have the tendency to continue talking even when people don't want me to, so that isn't a problem, sweet cheeks." He chuckled lowly, moving to get to work on the wounds he saw. With a few herbs in one hand, he grinded them into a pulp after he had properly cleaned the witch's wounds properly, pasting the herbs on after he had sewed any major wounds up. With a few dabs of antibacterial cream, Chat then wrapped the wounds, before checking for any broken bones.
Chat wasn't a doctor, but he was sure the guy needed a lot of rest and a cast. "I can't really make a cast for your leg, bud, but I can try to make one out of a shit ton of gauzes?" Adrien's voice came through, as he gently patted the wound before using a sharp claw to cut through the fabric of the male's shirt. "Hey, mind you. I'm not trying to strip you for fun or anything, but I need to see your chest." He teased, winking towards the wounded male before he bandaged any open cuts on the male's chest or arms.
When Alexander's voice had rang out, Chat's ear twitched. Leave him there? "Uh, sorry dude, but I'm eighteen, aaaand.. This is my house, so I'm not leaving a visitor behind, yeah?" He replied simply, sending the other a wink for a moment before he turned to move and sit on the floor beside the bed, ruffling his hair. "Unlike some of the people here, I don't leave victims behind, even if I hate them. That's not what heroes do." He muttered softly, rolling toxic green eyes. Chat never really let annoyance show, as he was naturally optimistic, but Alexander really was getting on his nerves and he just arrived.
At his mentioning of Ezra or Pip, Adrien shook his head, ears lying flat against his cranium. "We'll see how well I did by tomorrow. If he's dead, that goes to show I shouldn't be stitching up wounds. Then you can let the Doctors bitch at me, yeah?" He joked, scratching his head with a pointy claw.
//meanwhile chat just flirts back bc he has no limits to flirtatiousness
Chat wasn't a doctor, but he was sure the guy needed a lot of rest and a cast. "I can't really make a cast for your leg, bud, but I can try to make one out of a shit ton of gauzes?" Adrien's voice came through, as he gently patted the wound before using a sharp claw to cut through the fabric of the male's shirt. "Hey, mind you. I'm not trying to strip you for fun or anything, but I need to see your chest." He teased, winking towards the wounded male before he bandaged any open cuts on the male's chest or arms.
When Alexander's voice had rang out, Chat's ear twitched. Leave him there? "Uh, sorry dude, but I'm eighteen, aaaand.. This is my house, so I'm not leaving a visitor behind, yeah?" He replied simply, sending the other a wink for a moment before he turned to move and sit on the floor beside the bed, ruffling his hair. "Unlike some of the people here, I don't leave victims behind, even if I hate them. That's not what heroes do." He muttered softly, rolling toxic green eyes. Chat never really let annoyance show, as he was naturally optimistic, but Alexander really was getting on his nerves and he just arrived.
At his mentioning of Ezra or Pip, Adrien shook his head, ears lying flat against his cranium. "We'll see how well I did by tomorrow. If he's dead, that goes to show I shouldn't be stitching up wounds. Then you can let the Doctors bitch at me, yeah?" He joked, scratching his head with a pointy claw.
//meanwhile chat just flirts back bc he has no limits to flirtatiousness