[he finally comes close enough to bury his face in rondo's hands. and snuffles at him a bit, before going a little like - point dog? like rigid, like smell! recognize smell!
and then he grabs rondo's sleeve with his teeth and starts pulling him. come along, human.]
[yeah it couldn't possibly be something horribly wrong!
he drags rondo off towards somewhere behind the mortuary - i'd play coy but like, he's not going to miss the seven foot red tiefling that's curled up against the wall, eyes closed, hunched over. her hands are over her heart, clutching at the fabric of her shirt, and she's breathing in and out in that harsh, pained sort of way.]
[ what hte FUCK DID YOU DO anyway that's really familiar!!!! after last week!!!! ]
-- Karlach!
[ the dog gets a pat on the head super briefly, a one second good boy slash girl, and then rondo skids down the stairs and rushes to her side, expression wide eyed and panicked as he drops to his knees in front of her. ] Hey - hey, hey, it's okay. It's okay.
[ can he tell what's happening beyond just heart hurty... ??? ]
anyway, the dog whines, following after him. obviously he trusts rondo to take care of the situation. karlach, on the other hand, startles when she hears rondo's voice, looking up at him. he can probably tell that it's similar to what he might have felt last week, only it's her that it's happening to.]
-- Rondo. [oh. fuck, uhhh. hello. everything is fine.]
[she seems like, for a moment, that she's going to resist, or brush it off, but after a moment, she does give him her hands. she's very, very warm. she won't burn him or anything, but.
her face is just screwed up in a permanent grimace, breath coming harshly out her nose.]
okay. he's fully expecting karlach to have an extremely strong grip, so rondo prepares himself for it. it's how he got himself through this kind of pain attack over the weekend - grip hard, and... ]
Keep going. You won't hurt me, I promise. And... take a deep breath with me. One big one in, and one big one out. Ready?
[ there's an immediate, warm encouragement when she follows him, though it's no less stressed, no less worried, sort of helplessly espoused in the need to try and make things better, to try and help. he squeezes back, white knuckling her hand. ] In, and out.
[it takes - a bit. maybe a couple of minutes. deep breaths, eyes closing finally. scratch, in the background, whines every so often, but doesn't interrupt.
and finally, when it seems to subside, or at least just cool off enough, she exhales very harsh and thuds her head against the wall behind her.]
[ throughout the two minutes he keeps it up - deep breaths, quiet encouragement here nad there his gaze flicks worriedly from her chest to her face, watching that engine heart of hers. the worry of the memory share persists, and the empathy of that awful, aching pain from last week, how absolutely debilitating it was.
as it slows, he lets out a noise - a tiny, huff of a helpless not quite laugh, a noise of relief. ]
[ oh you hate to hear that. he thinks about his own attacks over the weekend - how debilitating they were, and he squeezes her hand, now petting over the other one. there's something a little crestfallen on rondo's face, because it's such a terrible reminder of what could come. what will come. ]
Every other day or so, now. [sighs.] ... Hey - while I'm thinking about it, I've got this thing from Sunday. It puts out a fire. It'll be in the Mortuary if I can't get it, alright?
anyway. rondo hates this! he really hates this. he rubs her hand again, frowning harder. ] It hardly seems fair... all of us have lost so many of our abilities and capabilities. I know it's important for it to function, but... you would think that there would be a way to numb the pain, too. At the very least.
[ oogh. though, to the last part, he laughs a little. ] ... I got one of those too.
[ i hope the mods all gave us fire putting out items. jesus. ]
she seems okay now, at least, or just sort of exhausted after all that.]
It doesn't last very long, at least, and it's only when I fucking overwork myself. Went jogging with Scratch and paid for it. [nyeh.] I'm alright. I've just got to take it easy.
[ THATS RIGHT he looks over for the baby, and then smiles at karlach... ] Your friend is very well trained. He was the reason I made it here at all - as soon as he saw me, he started to drag me over.
[ what a good boy... he will finally release her hands, looking like. one iota less concerned. ]
[scratch loves this, he's the happiest dog in the world. his tongue lolls out and he pants happily, his leg kicking behind him.]
No idea! Woke up to him in the Mortuary this morning. I'm not complaining - little... concerned, you know, because I want him to be safe, but it's alright.
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[ pspspsppspspsps.... he kneels down to get on eye level...? cmere pubby... so gentle... so nice... just holding out both hands. ]
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and then he grabs rondo's sleeve with his teeth and starts pulling him. come along, human.]
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Alright, to arms! Take me where you want me to go - hehe, that tickled.
[ trots cheerfully after??? surely this can't be something horribly wrong ]
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he drags rondo off towards somewhere behind the mortuary - i'd play coy but like, he's not going to miss the seven foot red tiefling that's curled up against the wall, eyes closed, hunched over. her hands are over her heart, clutching at the fabric of her shirt, and she's breathing in and out in that harsh, pained sort of way.]
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-- Karlach!
[ the dog gets a pat on the head super briefly, a one second good boy slash girl, and then rondo skids down the stairs and rushes to her side, expression wide eyed and panicked as he drops to his knees in front of her. ] Hey - hey, hey, it's okay. It's okay.
[ can he tell what's happening beyond just heart hurty... ??? ]
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anyway, the dog whines, following after him. obviously he trusts rondo to take care of the situation. karlach, on the other hand, startles when she hears rondo's voice, looking up at him. he can probably tell that it's similar to what he might have felt last week, only it's her that it's happening to.]
-- Rondo. [oh. fuck, uhhh. hello. everything is fine.]
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immediately he holds out his hands? zero hesitation. ]
Karlach - give me your hands.
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her face is just screwed up in a permanent grimace, breath coming harshly out her nose.]
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she does, stiff and locked up.]
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okay. he's fully expecting karlach to have an extremely strong grip, so rondo prepares himself for it. it's how he got himself through this kind of pain attack over the weekend - grip hard, and... ]
Keep going. You won't hurt me, I promise. And... take a deep breath with me. One big one in, and one big one out. Ready?
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one big one in. one big one out. it's a struggle both ways, but it's not like she isn't used to this sort of pain.]
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[ there's an immediate, warm encouragement when she follows him, though it's no less stressed, no less worried, sort of helplessly espoused in the need to try and make things better, to try and help. he squeezes back, white knuckling her hand. ] In, and out.
[ deep breath in. deep breath out. ]
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and finally, when it seems to subside, or at least just cool off enough, she exhales very harsh and thuds her head against the wall behind her.]
Mmgmhh.
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as it slows, he lets out a noise - a tiny, huff of a helpless not quite laugh, a noise of relief. ]
A flare up...?
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... Bad. Fuck. Ow. It's - [...] It's getting worse every time.
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How...often are you having them?
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Every other day or so, now. [sighs.] ... Hey - while I'm thinking about it, I've got this thing from Sunday. It puts out a fire. It'll be in the Mortuary if I can't get it, alright?
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anyway. rondo hates this! he really hates this. he rubs her hand again, frowning harder. ] It hardly seems fair... all of us have lost so many of our abilities and capabilities. I know it's important for it to function, but... you would think that there would be a way to numb the pain, too. At the very least.
[ oogh. though, to the last part, he laughs a little. ] ... I got one of those too.
[ i hope the mods all gave us fire putting out items. jesus. ]
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she seems okay now, at least, or just sort of exhausted after all that.]
It doesn't last very long, at least, and it's only when I fucking overwork myself. Went jogging with Scratch and paid for it. [nyeh.] I'm alright. I've just got to take it easy.
[sigh.]
But - good. Likely we'll need more than one.
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[ THATS RIGHT he looks over for the baby, and then smiles at karlach... ] Your friend is very well trained. He was the reason I made it here at all - as soon as he saw me, he started to drag me over.
[ what a good boy... he will finally release her hands, looking like. one iota less concerned. ]
Can I get you anything, Karlach? Water, or...
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He's a good dog - best I've ever had. He probably smelled me on you. [karlach says, warmly.] Thanks, buddy.
[a little boof. scratch's tail goes at top speeds.]
We can go get water. I could probably use it.
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What a hero! What a very good boy. [ ruffle ruffle ruffle... ] Though... [ ... ] How... did he.... get here?
I guess it'd be best not to look a gift...um. A gift dog in the mouth.
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No idea! Woke up to him in the Mortuary this morning. I'm not complaining - little... concerned, you know, because I want him to be safe, but it's alright.
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[ he can't even say people won't hurt the dog. pickles.....
he cups scratch's cute little face between his gloved hands and gives it a wiggle, and then gets up, and offers karlach his hand. ]
Maybe the universe thought you needed a good sign.
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