an intro

[stirtheblood]

Who: LiliS
Where: LiliS
When: Day 326, late morning (after hearts)

[Hello LiliS. Your door is locked and there is a strange man in your kitchen. He's making quite a lot of loud banging noises, and when you come out to see, many of the contents of the cabinets are strewn over the floor or the counters.

The man himself is barefoot in sweatpants and a crop top, which means his tattoo is very apparent.

He's currently paused his chaos in favor of inspecting the coffee maker and muttering to himself.]

Maybe you make liquor in this thing...

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[vitainmorte]

[ silence, for a long moment, before she laboriously picks herself up off the couch and staggers instead towards the hall of bedroom doors. ]

In that-- case-- I will leave you be.

[stirtheblood]

...

[snorts]

If that's the way you wanna do it.

[vitainmorte]

[ pauses,

and straightens, taking a deep breath to steady herself, so she can speak a bit louder: ]

I'm afraid I don't have the energy to play mother to a mannerless child right now, so do forgive me.

If I had known we would be receiving someone new I would have done my best to instead make it to my room instead of expecting any sort of quiet rest in the common area of my own home, but now that I know this not to be the case, I am leaving so you may make as much noise as you see fit.

My name is Cypress, welcome to Lilis, I hope you decide on a suitable name soon if you do not already have one and if not, I can offer suggestions when I am not riddled with bullets.

[ and-- sagging, entirely breathless, hand against the wall for support. ]

We may talk more soon, if you wish.

[stirtheblood]

[he blinks, and then just laughs]

I dunno why you're even trying to be polite to me when I just told you I don't care about that. If you want to leave me to figure myself out, you can do that without explaining or introducing yourself. If you're full of bullets, prob'ly you should care more about that than whatever I think of you.

[vitainmorte]

Just because-- you don't care, doesn't mean I have to be the same.

[ a pause. she wants to say more, but. effort. ]

I can't do more than I have. Until a healer is-- available.

[stirtheblood]

I'm not asking you to, sweetheart. I'm sure your principles are admirable and everything, but if you bleed out on your own living room floor because you're too stubborn to go lie down when some guy's mouthin' off in your kitchen, people are only gonna remember you bein' a dumbass about it.

[vitainmorte]

[ why are you LIKE THIS

glances at him again before managing a slightly wobbly curtsy and heading to her room. ]

[stirtheblood]

[Isn't that the question.

He waves her off casually and goes back to the kitchen]