Then she looks to the sky, jaw clenched and lips pulled in.]
...Fuck it.
[She quickly hitches the robe a couple inches and rips a leech off, rapid and ruthless. It's tossed into the water as she swipes her hand through the the dripping nick in-between the winding words.
It's over and covered up in a split second. She keeps her eyes on the girl with her hand up, balancing the well of blood on her fingertips. Her eyes are hard. They demand a binding silence, unspoken but potent as an echoed shout.]
[ robin is not cowed, but she is polite and respectful. it's not as if she doesn't understand where privacy is needed, and it's not her situation to air. ]
Camille looks unsure, but she gets on her knees and wipes her fingers over the lid. It pops, she startles. Gingerly she lifts the lid and finds her sweater, deepest navy, folded tightly over a pair of her jeans and boots. Her eyes close in relief.]
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Then she looks to the sky, jaw clenched and lips pulled in.]
...Fuck it.
[She quickly hitches the robe a couple inches and rips a leech off, rapid and ruthless. It's tossed into the water as she swipes her hand through the the dripping nick in-between the winding words.
It's over and covered up in a split second. She keeps her eyes on the girl with her hand up, balancing the well of blood on her fingertips. Her eyes are hard. They demand a binding silence, unspoken but potent as an echoed shout.]
Do I wipe it on or what?
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I believe so. It only needs a bit of contact.
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Camille looks unsure, but she gets on her knees and wipes her fingers over the lid. It pops, she startles. Gingerly she lifts the lid and finds her sweater, deepest navy, folded tightly over a pair of her jeans and boots. Her eyes close in relief.]
Thanks. [A pause.] And...sorry.