[ PSL : Two Hunters Turned Criminals ]

[madenomistake]

[ as opposed to the other kind of turned. they're not vampires. ]

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[pleasantmisery]

[Chant doesn't look up from where she's sprawled out on the roof. She's not quite as cashless—the freshly split lip and bruised knuckles make it clear that she was busy at whatever side hustle is letting her scrape by—but even so, only a fool turns down a free drink in this city.]

Well, if you're offering, I'm not gonna say no!

[madenomistake]

I'm offering.

[ He confirms. It's not like they're not half a bribe— whatever inspires people to stick around and put up with him. Though, as he puts one down by her to take as he fishes around for a sharp edge to use to open the bottle with he sees her split lip— ]

Uhhh. Please don't bleed up here. If you can help it? Please don't, not here.

[pleasantmisery]

It's okay! It's basically stabbed over anyway.

[She pokes her split lip with a finger and holds it out to demonstrate—all dry]

I cleaned up all the, you know, fresh stuff before coming over. Here, let me open that for you!

[madenomistake]

[ hands his down to her too, then ]

... That's mostly okay, then. What's it from anyway? Do you need it disinfected?

[pleasantmisery]

[she pops off the cap with her bare hands and hands it back before opening her own beer

...and then realizes she has to sit up to drink, so she does that]

Can you disinfect it now that it's all scabbed over and stuff? Doesn't a wound have to be, like, open for that?

[madenomistake]

[ takes his back ]

Honeeestly? No idea. But it can't hurt, can it?

[pleasantmisery]

I guess not! Never know when the next job'll come in, right? Could be any minute now!

[madenomistake]

Yeah. Let's get you back ready for the street.

[ he disappears inside the water tower for rotgut for disinfectant and rags for gauze ]

[pleasantmisery]

[checking messages on her comm while waiting for him]

Still nothing...

[madenomistake]

They... they'll get back to us eventually? Probably? Do you think they'd mind if we knocked.

[ He thinks they'd probably mind but also he minds being broke. Maybe it'll be okay as long as they're careful!

[ he's also calling back up, as he has the rotgut for disinfectant now!! second challenge: clean rags. ]

[pleasantmisery]

It's worth a shot! Maybe showing our faces around and, y'know, reminding people that we exist could work in our favor! Right?

[madenomistake]

Okay. Plan knocking starts tomorrow.

[ CLEAN RAGS OBTAINED he returns to her to take care of the scabs ]

[pleasantmisery]

[holds very still for his fussing u_u]

Maybe we'll get lucky and someone'll message overnight! It could happen!

[madenomistake]

[ there are a lot of things he's incompetent at

cleaning up other people's wounds are not one of them ]

Right. There's a chance.

[pleasantmisery]

Getting out and about and reminding people that we exist will help with that for sure...

[madenomistake]

Tomorrow.

[pleasantmisery]

Not tonight?

[madenomistake]

You're bloody and I'm drinking?

[ not that he'd started yet, but he is going to now ]