11-01-2018, 06:24 PM
"[color=#cd7f32]I don't think there's a cure for being a sloppy idiot." Because everyone wanted Radeken's input, right? Like it or not, here she was offering it. Her two cents were inescapable, as was her scrutiny on most days. She had a knack for being around if there was an opening for snark, and the site of an injured creature was more than perfect for her. Easy, too, just to follow the scent of blood. "[color=#cd7f32]Oh!" Radeken gasped, mouth parted slightly as if she had been struck by some sudden realization. "[color=#cd7f32]Oh, you meant help her injuries." She didn't even have the courtesy to make her feigned shock appear half convincing.
It'd be hypocritical of her to assert that she knew more about the importance of caution than present company (though that wouldn't stop her), but the fact that Radeken never sought out a battle might've worked in her favor. That she expressed her recklessness differently meant nothing. Behind the thin veil of an icy intellectual partied a bitch who had dosed herself too high, on too many unknowns, and far too many times and who hadn't once hesitated cut herself open just to learn the quickest way to seal it all back up. No, none of that kept her from the feelings of superiority that blossomed in that moment, eyeballing Agathe's wounds with a look that said, 'How stupid can you be?'
It was a look that hid an underlying frenzy at the sight of blue blood. Radeken could've kicked herself for not bringing her bag, all full of empty bottles ready to catch and contain the bizarre liquid. Maybe once they clear out, I'll take the dead one in for examination. She felt itchy, longed to tiptoe over and stick her nails into the open wounds, press for answers. Well. Why not ask now? Couldn't hurt.
"[color=#cd7f32]Why are you and the dead one bleeding like that?"
It'd be hypocritical of her to assert that she knew more about the importance of caution than present company (though that wouldn't stop her), but the fact that Radeken never sought out a battle might've worked in her favor. That she expressed her recklessness differently meant nothing. Behind the thin veil of an icy intellectual partied a bitch who had dosed herself too high, on too many unknowns, and far too many times and who hadn't once hesitated cut herself open just to learn the quickest way to seal it all back up. No, none of that kept her from the feelings of superiority that blossomed in that moment, eyeballing Agathe's wounds with a look that said, 'How stupid can you be?'
It was a look that hid an underlying frenzy at the sight of blue blood. Radeken could've kicked herself for not bringing her bag, all full of empty bottles ready to catch and contain the bizarre liquid. Maybe once they clear out, I'll take the dead one in for examination. She felt itchy, longed to tiptoe over and stick her nails into the open wounds, press for answers. Well. Why not ask now? Couldn't hurt.
"[color=#cd7f32]Why are you and the dead one bleeding like that?"