[The Wastelands have the weakest connection out in the city ruins, just enough for Rosso to think it's a good idea to pull his laptop out and update Adrian that he's still alive, because he does not trust Adrian to not go looking if he doesn't. "I'll be back at the end of the day" he'd said, but still.
He's also injured but he's not speaking about that. The Fog won't heal him out here; She wants him only to destroy, to frenzy, to go mad and sink his teeth into the nearest person.]
hey. everything good at home
connection out here sucks
Just wanted you to know I'm alive
[Those messages will send like, five minutes apart each. They might even double-send because of how many times Rosso hits the RETRY SEND button. Sorry.]
[At this point, it hasn't been long enough for Adrian to really be worried at all. Rosso is an adult who can make adult choices, and he trusts that he'll get back when he said he would. If not, then...well, that's a problem for future Adrian, isn't it?
He hates the Wastelands. He never, ever wants to fucking go back, because it's what caused him to really lose his mind for the first time here. He still has nightmares about it, so unfortunately Rosso had to take this one on his own...not that he's super thrilled by the idea of him going to begin with. Getting Rosso's Scythe back helped in that regard, but only so much...
Fortunately(?), he's been too distracted by watching Alisha to sit and worry. Even now, when Rosso's messages finally come through multiple times, he feels like he's only just now getting to sit down properly.]
hey. yeah its fine alisha keeps tryin to float out the window sayin shes gonna look for you its annoying but i got her back in
["Got her back in" has resulted in Adrian literally wrapping her up in a blanket so that she can't fly off. It seems to be working, for now at least.]
watch your back out there okay ill order in for us when you get back we can watch a movie
[Rosso will respond 10 minutes from now when all of that comes in.]
There's some cool shit out here I guess. I don't really understand it since I only came out here to keep people alive. This god shit doesn't matter to me unless there's a way to kill 'em in here.
[And he's done a good job of that — anything that crossed the caravan got cleft in twain — but it's resulted in Rosso being a bit... of a mess.]
[The time it takes is understandable, even if it does set off a few anxiety alarm bells in Adrian's head. He manages to shove them down though as he settles back in the futon to try to watch some TV in the meantime.
He'll answer Rosso promptly once the messages do go through.]
its good that youre helpin id have come with if i could just dont do anythin stupid
[He knows Rosso won't (usually), but still.]
its fine i got her
[I'll be home eventually.
...]
dont worry bout me just focus on what youre doin out there okay? ill be here.
Adrian had thought about saying it, too. "I love you". Something hadn't settled right in his chest when Rosso said he'd be home eventually. And in that moment, he'd had a wild thought of "I don't want my last words to him to be something stupid"??? Last? Why? What does he think is going to happen? And even if something DID happen, it's not like Rosso wouldn't come back-
Rosso beats him to the punch. I love you, he writes. And Adrian sits with his laptop on his legs, debating what to say back. Obviously the same sentiment, and he lifts his paws to type.
That second message blips up onto the screen, too sudden to be an accident, and Adrian finds himself sitting suddenly forward. He grabs the screen and pulls it in, making sure he's seeing it right.]
ainnen
ainen when you see this tell me what happened youd better not get yourself fucking killed ill never forgive you
[He has to get up, then. Go...do something else. "Something" ends up being tear at the trunk of the tree holding up the center part of the house with his claws to blow off steam. Try not to think about it. It's probably fine, the signal was bad, Rosso fucks up words like he does sometimes it's fine it's fine it HAS to be fine.
But when an hour passes of nothing, Adrian gives in and returns to his laptop. He's trying...very hard to be reasonable, but that's difficult when the last and only time he was in the Wastelands he devoured his friend and then nearly got murdered.]
The message is more ominous than he intends it to be, for obvious reasons. Rosso quickly has to throw his laptop back into his bag and deal with the "emergency", which Adrian will know all about when Rosso gets back.
...get back he does, with the rest of the caravan, but like many of their group, the frenzy has set in. Rosso knows this feeling of madness like the back of his hand, so similar to what happened to him when he was trapped in Varnimyr, when he had to escape lest he ruin Elrios forever. Rosso bolts the second they hit Bavan again to find some innocent human to take a bite out of before the hunger pangs drive him to eat Adrian instead.
He couldn't bear the guilt.
Human it is.
...
Rosso will stumble his way to the treehouse covered in blood, dirt, and wounds of various sizes. Some of that blood isn't his; it's from things he killed, a person he ate, and fellow monsters he probably put down to avoid further damage from frenzies. A lot of it, though... a lot of it is his own. Like with Adrian, even if the Fog can heal him, these are liable to get infected first if they're not washed out. It's going to take a while for Her to fix what broke.
At least he's calm when he makes it home. Alisha will chirp from inside the treehouse when he's close, "Rosso coming! Rosso on way!" like an alarm bell, and try to escape the burrito to greet him.]
[It's likely due to his own experience in the Wastelands that Adrian knows just exactly how badly things can go to shit in an instant out there. It's why he's been left a nervous wreck waiting for Rosso to come home, even though he'd deny it to anyone who asks. He tries to distract himself. He scratches up trees. He mindlessly watches the TV. He goes outside to perch in the tall branches, assuming travel form so he can leap from bough to bough to try and burn excess energy. Anything to keep himself from sitting and staring at that damn laptop, hoping for an answer that doesn't come.
He doesn't want to admit how terrified he is that Rosso won't come home. That he won't get to see Rosso again for weeks, not until he revives at the start of the month. To think about that too hard is to send his already pounding heart racing, his palms and the fur beneath heating up dangerously.
No, not here. The last thing Rosso needs is to come home to their house on fire.
When Alisha calls out to him that Rosso is coming home, Adrian had been up in the loft, staring at nothing as he waited. His fur rises on the back of his neck as he immediately clambers up the trunk and out of the highest window, up onto the roof so he can get a better vantage point. He sees Rosso as he staggers through the undergrowth, eyes flashing where he's hunched like some kind of terrible gargoyle.
He doesn't make a sound. He just throws himself from the roof, fanning his wings to catch himself midair briefly before thundering to the ground on all fours, and then keeping that momentum going as he simply chooses to run like that to meet Rosso halfway, his ears pinned and his back arched.]
Ainen. Holy shit-
[He skids to a stop in the leaf litter, immediately throwing out his arms to catch Rosso because he's basically expecting him to collapse at this point, his paws coming up to rest against either side of his head.]
[Adrian is going to need to catch Rosso, who stumbles when he sees Adrian's approach out of the corner of one eye — he's wired enough to register this as a threat initially — and he only stumbles further when he realises he's safe and there's something warm to collapse against. He's going to soak Adrian's clothes with various shades of blood when he does.]
Everything fucking happened. [That's his initial answer, and it's as honest as he can be about it. Everything happened so much. His wounds sting, his mouth hurts because he thinks he must have unhinged his jaw too wide when he ate that human all of an hour ago, and one of his big ears hurts, too. Rosso has yet to register that there's a nick in it.] People frenzying, monsters attacking... bigass fucking bird swooped on me and tried to make me its damn lunch.
...
Most of this isn't mine.
[The blood, he means. That doesn't make up for the gouges or the torn clothing, though. This is one of those times Rosso's glad he wore junk clothes out there — stuff he knew would get messed up for one reason or another and isn't particularly attached to, because all of this is going right into the trash. He's not even going to try to salvage it.]
[In that case, catch him he fucking will. Adrian gathers Rosso up into his arms entirely, lifting him up off the ground wholesale as he does. It's shockingly easy with how small and light Rosso is, yet somehow he seems even lighter when he's so...hurt. And unlike the Were, Adrian's able to see everything with too-perfect clarity, his vision uncomfortably clear in the dark. He grits his teeth as he sucks in a harsh breath, immediately turning tail and heading quickly back for the house even as Rosso is still trying to explain.]
...c'mon. We're gettin' back inside.
[He doesn't try flying like this, as much as he wants to. Instead, he's quick to jog back to the staircase that winds around the tree and up into the house, shouldering his way through the door he ends up leaving open in his haste. He has no idea where Alisha ended up, but hopefully she's behaving as he carries Rosso straight for the bathroom, holding him close.
Adrian...is warm, at least. Almost uncomfortably so as he breathes hard through his open jaws, his head swinging around as he backtracks briefly to snatch a first-aid kit out of one of the pantry cabinets as they go.]
[Alisha has made herself comfortable in an "if I fits I sits" way in the sink. Rosso's injured, and she's concerned enough to squeak about it... but she's also intelligent for a baby, and she knows Adrian has this.
"This" currently being one very injured Rosso who just wants to relax after the fucking nightmare that the latter half of the day became.]
Torso and arms, mostly. That's where I took the big hits. I think there are gouges in my leg from being picked up by that bigass bird...
[Rosso will recount all of his injuries to Adrian, minus the nick in his ear that he's unaware of. There are lacerations on his torso from a monster frenzying and flinging him when he tried to stop someone else, the aforementioned talon-wounds, scratches on his cheeks that he doesn't really remember getting, cuts on his back from someone getting the drop on him...
He's lucky to be in one piece, essentially. "The rest of the blood", he says, is from a human he had to hunt upon coming back to Bavan before he lost himself fully, and from killing "various things". The dirt's just dirt. The fog out there was a roiling, ugly black at times, and even if it's just fog, he feels like it's still clinging to his form.]
I'll be fine. I'm just fucking annoyed.
[He's bleeding actively but yeah, he's annoyed, mostly. That's who he is as a person.]
[It's all very familiar. Having Rosso sit down on the toilet to be tended to, except it's a different kind of aftermath. He's not having to wrap and dress horrible burns, but instead working to slowly clean and disinfect the large gashes and cuts all across his body showing through the rips and tears in his clothing. Each one gets a moment of care, and Adrian frankly doesn't care how long it takes him to do, either.
He's stoney and silent as he works, knelt down in front of Rosso as he tackles the injuries one by one. Wash, clean, disinfect, dress. Repeat, ad nauseum. Wash away blood that came from someone else wish a washcloth before moving to the next wound.
It isn't until Adrian reaches that cut ear that he says anything at all, gaze narrowing. It's natural reflex, by now, the way his second pair of arms suddenly shift out of his body so that one of his lower hands can hold onto the disinfectant for him as he cleans the dirt out of his ear. These may work different than the ones he had for ten years, but it's kindof like riding a bike. You don't forget.]
You scared the shit out of me. You know that?
[It's accusatory, but mostly...stressed. Strained.]
Someone frenzied outside the town and I had to deal with it before people got fucked up. The only reason I went on that expedition in the first place is 'cause someone had to keep people from dying out there. I don't care about any of this artifact preservation shit. I care about de-powering the Gods and all, but I don't understand anything we found out there.
[He hurts. Everything hurts. The more Adrian works with the wounds, the more they sting — blood and dirt and half-scabbed lacerations that make Rosso suck in a pained hiss through his teeth every time they're touched. It's the deep gouges in his legs that are the worst; if he were a crier, he would have bawled just from how bad it is.
He's lucky that, when he cut that bird's leg off, he didn't fall on his head. Rosso's great at jumping and moving through the air, and he was lucky to land on his feet like a cat with a bloody bird talon attached to him.]
It's not my place to get it. I'm gonna trust people aren't fucking stupid and do the right thing, or I'm gonna have more heads to lop off.
[Adrian...isn't so sure he trusts what's being done out there isn't going to cause them even more heartache in the future, but it isn't like this is something he has any sort of control over. But this? Taking care of his boyfriend? That much he can control.
And so he does, working carefully so he doesn't exacerbate already inflamed wounds. He's going to need to keep most if not all of them wrapped with gauze, at least until they heal up enough to not be stitch-requiring levels of deep and bad. It's methodic and motonous, and Adrian is thankful he has experience with this sort of thing from having to patch himself up in the desert. It's a necessity, learned through experience.
He reaches Rosso's face as he talks, his expression hard to read. After a long moment, he rests his forehead against Rosso's, looking back at him grave and silent.]
M'just glad you're okay. Don't care about that other shit.
[He worried for a minute there. There were a lot of things to fight, and that's why his "I love you" came in so rapidly and out of nowhere — he needed to make sure he said one last thing just in case the worst happened. Rosso's confident in his ability not to die, perhaps overconfident, but he's learnt that there are certain risks and things he could never be prepared for.
Like Mary, in Felfri. Like the many wars he never asked for. Like the El Explosion.
Now that the adrenaline has worn off, Rosso is starting to notice the pain. It's starting to come from everywhere now, not just his legs or the gashes on his torso, but his ear... Rosso raises a hand up to scratch at it only to pull it away with smears of blood.
Cool. Nice.]
Ugh. Stupid fucking... dumbass animals...
...
Fuck that place! Honestly! Hope you die, you stupid Fog god bitch!
Adrian frowns, noting the nick in his ear. He wonders if it will scar, and stay that way forever. Just another reminder of the shit they've been through, just like the scars on his face from being clawed across the eye or having glass shoved into his brain.
He brings up the cloth he's been using to clean Rosso's wounds after wringing-out and rewetting it, dabbing gently at his ear to try and clean the blood away.]
You and me both.
[...]
...I love you too. By the way. Didn't get to say it before.
[It'll stay that way and he'll have a cool ear nick forever. It's probably charming, like the scar on his face from Felfri and the other scars everywhere just because he's Rosso and he comes equipped with those. It'll mostly be obscured by ear fluff, though.]
I'm just glad to be home, [he mutters as his ear flicks in protest, sorry he can't stop this,] you know. With this idiot I'm in love with.
[gross]
I need a fucking bath, though, and these clothes need to go right into the trash. I'm not going to even try saving them.
[GROSS...but that makes Adrian's tail flick, because cats don't really wag their tails, it's the same principle though.
Don't mind him as he leans in to kiss Rosso on the cheek, in the hopes of making him smile, just a little. He understands if he wants to keep being grumpy though, he has every right to be grumpy right now.]
Why don't we take one together? It'd be easier for me to wash all these cuts you got if you were sittin' in my lap.
[Rosso wants to continue being grumpy, but. Adrian kisses his cheek and then says "bath" and his ears stand Straight Up. He doesn't remember the last time they bathed together due to a timeloop, so. Uh. Yes please.]
Sounds good.
[He's going to Sound like he's not excited about this even though he's already going for his clothes, bye,]
...yeah. Before I make an ass of myself and fall on my fucking face.
[what's wrong with being face down ass up?
Rosso is going to finish taking off his ruined clothing, though, which is immediately going into the trash goodbye. He's not salvaging shit that's bloody, ripped, and dirty. You can hit one of these targets, not all of them.
After that, Adrian can pick him up. He still weighs like nothing.]
[Adrian waits for Rosso to fully strip down before he scoops him up in his arms, bridal-style because why not if Rosso is letting him? He's not undressed yet himself, but that will be something he fixes in short order as he makes his way to the bathroom, one arm curved around Rosso's back while the other supports beneath his legs.]
If it helps, I wouldn't tell anybody if you fell on your face. Not unless it was funny.
[Why would you ever Not carry Rosso bridal-style. (Why is this a thing people do to him, he wonders, he knows he's small but y'all...) Anyway, he's not complaining, Adrian can carry him as much as he wants because he's in love with this big oaf of a lion-man.
Adrian... cute. Adrian also warm. Boy... nice.]
Really? I'd tell everyone I know that you ate shit no matter how humiliating. [no he wouldn't.]
[Adrian rumbles as they make it into the bathroom, him reaching back with one of his feet to pull the door shut. Instead of setting Rosso down immediately, he's just gonna show off by shuffling him up onto his shoulder to hold there as he stoops down to get the bath water running.]
[Rosso is swooning yes thank you. He'd probably swoon harder and look more flustered if he weren't currently covered in cuts and dirt and bruises.]
Yeah.
[Just "yeah" because he's out of conversation juice, okay, he's had a long fucking day in hell. He cannot wait to be a wet dog. Get rid of the dirt, wash his hair out before it just becomes the consistency of hay... also bathe with his hot boyfriend because it's unfair he timelooped out of the first bath—]
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oops all rossos! || <firemaster> out in the wastelands...
He's also injured but he's not speaking about that. The Fog won't heal him out here; She wants him only to destroy, to frenzy, to go mad and sink his teeth into the nearest person.]
hey. everything good at home
connection out here sucks
Just wanted you to know I'm alive
[Those messages will send like, five minutes apart each. They might even double-send because of how many times Rosso hits the RETRY SEND button. Sorry.]
<pyro>
He hates the Wastelands. He never, ever wants to fucking go back, because it's what caused him to really lose his mind for the first time here. He still has nightmares about it, so unfortunately Rosso had to take this one on his own...not that he's super thrilled by the idea of him going to begin with. Getting Rosso's Scythe back helped in that regard, but only so much...
Fortunately(?), he's been too distracted by watching Alisha to sit and worry. Even now, when Rosso's messages finally come through multiple times, he feels like he's only just now getting to sit down properly.]
hey.
yeah its fine
alisha keeps tryin to float out the window
sayin shes gonna look for you
its annoying but i got her back in
["Got her back in" has resulted in Adrian literally wrapping her up in a blanket so that she can't fly off. It seems to be working, for now at least.]
watch your back out there okay
ill order in for us when you get back
we can watch a movie
<firemaster>
There's some cool shit out here I guess. I don't really understand it since I only came out here to keep people alive. This god shit doesn't matter to me unless there's a way to kill 'em in here.
[And he's done a good job of that — anything that crossed the caravan got cleft in twain — but it's resulted in Rosso being a bit... of a mess.]
Sorry about Alisha
I'll be home eventually.
<pyro>
He'll answer Rosso promptly once the messages do go through.]
its good that youre helpin
id have come with if i could
just dont do anythin stupid
[He knows Rosso won't (usually), but still.]
its fine i got her
[I'll be home eventually.
...]
dont worry bout me just focus on what youre doin out there okay?
ill be here.
<firemaster>
Hey
I love you
[If that comes across as out of place and ominous, well, it's about to get a whole lot worse.]
I gotta bounce something's hap
[-ppening, but in his urgency, Rosso's forced to hit "enter" too early and slam his laptop shut.
He'll be home soon. :)]
<toaflame>
Adrian had thought about saying it, too. "I love you". Something hadn't settled right in his chest when Rosso said he'd be home eventually. And in that moment, he'd had a wild thought of "I don't want my last words to him to be something stupid"??? Last? Why? What does he think is going to happen? And even if something DID happen, it's not like Rosso wouldn't come back-
Rosso beats him to the punch. I love you, he writes. And Adrian sits with his laptop on his legs, debating what to say back. Obviously the same sentiment, and he lifts his paws to type.
That second message blips up onto the screen, too sudden to be an accident, and Adrian finds himself sitting suddenly forward. He grabs the screen and pulls it in, making sure he's seeing it right.]
ainnen
ainen when you see this tell me what happened
youd better not get yourself fucking killed ill never forgive you
[He has to get up, then. Go...do something else. "Something" ends up being tear at the trunk of the tree holding up the center part of the house with his claws to blow off steam. Try not to think about it. It's probably fine, the signal was bad, Rosso fucks up words like he does sometimes it's fine it's fine it HAS to be fine.
But when an hour passes of nothing, Adrian gives in and returns to his laptop. He's trying...very hard to be reasonable, but that's difficult when the last and only time he was in the Wastelands he devoured his friend and then nearly got murdered.]
ainen
are you there?
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The message is more ominous than he intends it to be, for obvious reasons. Rosso quickly has to throw his laptop back into his bag and deal with the "emergency", which Adrian will know all about when Rosso gets back.
...get back he does, with the rest of the caravan, but like many of their group, the frenzy has set in. Rosso knows this feeling of madness like the back of his hand, so similar to what happened to him when he was trapped in Varnimyr, when he had to escape lest he ruin Elrios forever. Rosso bolts the second they hit Bavan again to find some innocent human to take a bite out of before the hunger pangs drive him to eat Adrian instead.
He couldn't bear the guilt.
Human it is.
...
Rosso will stumble his way to the treehouse covered in blood, dirt, and wounds of various sizes. Some of that blood isn't his; it's from things he killed, a person he ate, and fellow monsters he probably put down to avoid further damage from frenzies. A lot of it, though... a lot of it is his own. Like with Adrian, even if the Fog can heal him, these are liable to get infected first if they're not washed out. It's going to take a while for Her to fix what broke.
At least he's calm when he makes it home. Alisha will chirp from inside the treehouse when he's close, "Rosso coming! Rosso on way!" like an alarm bell, and try to escape the burrito to greet him.]
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He doesn't want to admit how terrified he is that Rosso won't come home. That he won't get to see Rosso again for weeks, not until he revives at the start of the month. To think about that too hard is to send his already pounding heart racing, his palms and the fur beneath heating up dangerously.
No, not here. The last thing Rosso needs is to come home to their house on fire.
When Alisha calls out to him that Rosso is coming home, Adrian had been up in the loft, staring at nothing as he waited. His fur rises on the back of his neck as he immediately clambers up the trunk and out of the highest window, up onto the roof so he can get a better vantage point. He sees Rosso as he staggers through the undergrowth, eyes flashing where he's hunched like some kind of terrible gargoyle.
He doesn't make a sound. He just throws himself from the roof, fanning his wings to catch himself midair briefly before thundering to the ground on all fours, and then keeping that momentum going as he simply chooses to run like that to meet Rosso halfway, his ears pinned and his back arched.]
Ainen. Holy shit-
[He skids to a stop in the leaf litter, immediately throwing out his arms to catch Rosso because he's basically expecting him to collapse at this point, his paws coming up to rest against either side of his head.]
You- you're fucking hurt, what happened!?
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Everything fucking happened. [That's his initial answer, and it's as honest as he can be about it. Everything happened so much. His wounds sting, his mouth hurts because he thinks he must have unhinged his jaw too wide when he ate that human all of an hour ago, and one of his big ears hurts, too. Rosso has yet to register that there's a nick in it.] People frenzying, monsters attacking... bigass fucking bird swooped on me and tried to make me its damn lunch.
...
Most of this isn't mine.
[The blood, he means. That doesn't make up for the gouges or the torn clothing, though. This is one of those times Rosso's glad he wore junk clothes out there — stuff he knew would get messed up for one reason or another and isn't particularly attached to, because all of this is going right into the trash. He's not even going to try to salvage it.]
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...c'mon. We're gettin' back inside.
[He doesn't try flying like this, as much as he wants to. Instead, he's quick to jog back to the staircase that winds around the tree and up into the house, shouldering his way through the door he ends up leaving open in his haste. He has no idea where Alisha ended up, but hopefully she's behaving as he carries Rosso straight for the bathroom, holding him close.
Adrian...is warm, at least. Almost uncomfortably so as he breathes hard through his open jaws, his head swinging around as he backtracks briefly to snatch a first-aid kit out of one of the pantry cabinets as they go.]
Where all did you get hurt? Do you know?
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"This" currently being one very injured Rosso who just wants to relax after the fucking nightmare that the latter half of the day became.]
Torso and arms, mostly. That's where I took the big hits. I think there are gouges in my leg from being picked up by that bigass bird...
[Rosso will recount all of his injuries to Adrian, minus the nick in his ear that he's unaware of. There are lacerations on his torso from a monster frenzying and flinging him when he tried to stop someone else, the aforementioned talon-wounds, scratches on his cheeks that he doesn't really remember getting, cuts on his back from someone getting the drop on him...
He's lucky to be in one piece, essentially. "The rest of the blood", he says, is from a human he had to hunt upon coming back to Bavan before he lost himself fully, and from killing "various things". The dirt's just dirt. The fog out there was a roiling, ugly black at times, and even if it's just fog, he feels like it's still clinging to his form.]
I'll be fine. I'm just fucking annoyed.
[He's bleeding actively but yeah, he's annoyed, mostly. That's who he is as a person.]
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He's stoney and silent as he works, knelt down in front of Rosso as he tackles the injuries one by one. Wash, clean, disinfect, dress. Repeat, ad nauseum. Wash away blood that came from someone else wish a washcloth before moving to the next wound.
It isn't until Adrian reaches that cut ear that he says anything at all, gaze narrowing. It's natural reflex, by now, the way his second pair of arms suddenly shift out of his body so that one of his lower hands can hold onto the disinfectant for him as he cleans the dirt out of his ear. These may work different than the ones he had for ten years, but it's kindof like riding a bike. You don't forget.]
You scared the shit out of me. You know that?
[It's accusatory, but mostly...stressed. Strained.]
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[...]
Someone frenzied outside the town and I had to deal with it before people got fucked up. The only reason I went on that expedition in the first place is 'cause someone had to keep people from dying out there. I don't care about any of this artifact preservation shit. I care about de-powering the Gods and all, but I don't understand anything we found out there.
[He hurts. Everything hurts. The more Adrian works with the wounds, the more they sting — blood and dirt and half-scabbed lacerations that make Rosso suck in a pained hiss through his teeth every time they're touched. It's the deep gouges in his legs that are the worst; if he were a crier, he would have bawled just from how bad it is.
He's lucky that, when he cut that bird's leg off, he didn't fall on his head. Rosso's great at jumping and moving through the air, and he was lucky to land on his feet like a cat with a bloody bird talon attached to him.]
It's not my place to get it. I'm gonna trust people aren't fucking stupid and do the right thing, or I'm gonna have more heads to lop off.
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And so he does, working carefully so he doesn't exacerbate already inflamed wounds. He's going to need to keep most if not all of them wrapped with gauze, at least until they heal up enough to not be stitch-requiring levels of deep and bad. It's methodic and motonous, and Adrian is thankful he has experience with this sort of thing from having to patch himself up in the desert. It's a necessity, learned through experience.
He reaches Rosso's face as he talks, his expression hard to read. After a long moment, he rests his forehead against Rosso's, looking back at him grave and silent.]
M'just glad you're okay. Don't care about that other shit.
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[He worried for a minute there. There were a lot of things to fight, and that's why his "I love you" came in so rapidly and out of nowhere — he needed to make sure he said one last thing just in case the worst happened. Rosso's confident in his ability not to die, perhaps overconfident, but he's learnt that there are certain risks and things he could never be prepared for.
Like Mary, in Felfri. Like the many wars he never asked for. Like the El Explosion.
Now that the adrenaline has worn off, Rosso is starting to notice the pain. It's starting to come from everywhere now, not just his legs or the gashes on his torso, but his ear... Rosso raises a hand up to scratch at it only to pull it away with smears of blood.
Cool. Nice.]
Ugh. Stupid fucking... dumbass animals...
...
Fuck that place! Honestly! Hope you die, you stupid Fog god bitch!
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Adrian frowns, noting the nick in his ear. He wonders if it will scar, and stay that way forever. Just another reminder of the shit they've been through, just like the scars on his face from being clawed across the eye or having glass shoved into his brain.
He brings up the cloth he's been using to clean Rosso's wounds after wringing-out and rewetting it, dabbing gently at his ear to try and clean the blood away.]
You and me both.
[...]
...I love you too. By the way. Didn't get to say it before.
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I'm just glad to be home, [he mutters as his ear flicks in protest, sorry he can't stop this,] you know. With this idiot I'm in love with.
[gross]
I need a fucking bath, though, and these clothes need to go right into the trash. I'm not going to even try saving them.
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Don't mind him as he leans in to kiss Rosso on the cheek, in the hopes of making him smile, just a little. He understands if he wants to keep being grumpy though, he has every right to be grumpy right now.]
Why don't we take one together? It'd be easier for me to wash all these cuts you got if you were sittin' in my lap.
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Sounds good.
[He's going to Sound like he's not excited about this even though he's already going for his clothes, bye,]
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Adrian snorts, moving to stand...but he pauses, watching Rosso as he moves.]
I can carry you, if you want.
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[what's wrong with being face down ass up?
Rosso is going to finish taking off his ruined clothing, though, which is immediately going into the trash goodbye. He's not salvaging shit that's bloody, ripped, and dirty. You can hit one of these targets, not all of them.
After that, Adrian can pick him up. He still weighs like nothing.]
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If it helps, I wouldn't tell anybody if you fell on your face. Not unless it was funny.
[It's not as funny when he's hurt like this.]
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Adrian... cute. Adrian also warm. Boy... nice.]
Really? I'd tell everyone I know that you ate shit no matter how humiliating. [no he wouldn't.]
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[Adrian rumbles as they make it into the bathroom, him reaching back with one of his feet to pull the door shut. Instead of setting Rosso down immediately, he's just gonna show off by shuffling him up onto his shoulder to hold there as he stoops down to get the bath water running.]
I'll hafta remember that for next time.
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Yeah.
[Just "yeah" because he's out of conversation juice, okay, he's had a long fucking day in hell. He cannot wait to be a wet dog. Get rid of the dirt, wash his hair out before it just becomes the consistency of hay... also bathe with his hot boyfriend because it's unfair he timelooped out of the first bath—]
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