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[helmetdoesnothing]

[When the video flickers on, it's set next to one bare grey foot. There's a voice quietly humming, and a shift knocks the SFC to give a better view.

Mituna's sitting on one of the steeper parts of the island's coast, holding a large conch shell to his ear as he hums along to the tune he can hear inside it. He's looking out over the sea, eyes fixed on the horizon, the blustery wind whipping his hair up.

The tide is coming in, just visible in the corner of the video, but if he thinks that's a problem, he's not moving. It's just as likely that he hasn't actually noticed.]

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[paladaddy]

[Hopefully he doesn't, since Shiro is down in the underwater city and it would take him far too long to get to where Mituna is if he needs to be rescued. But Shiro will still wait until Mituna is done moving to higher ground before speaking again.]

[helmetdoesnothing]

[He does slip a few times. Balance isn't his strong point and the wind doesn't help. Each time, he slides a little way down the cliffside before finding his footing again, but slowly he makes his way to the top of the shoreline, out of the reach of the rising tide.

Huffing, he sits down again. There's yellow beading in small scrapes on the palms of his hands.]

Fucking fthuck.

[paladaddy]

[Well that doesn't sound good at all.]

You alright kid?

[helmetdoesnothing]

Yeth.

[He's grown used to feeling pain again, with how often he falls off his board. The troll lifts up one of his hands to show Shiro.]

[paladaddy]

[At first it doesn't look that bad, but then Shiro remembers that Mituna bleeds yellow, not red.]

Aaaah, you got scraped up. Want me to come up there and take care of that?

[helmetdoesnothing]

Mm..

[It's not really that bad, but the salt spray in the air is making the damaged skin sting. Mituna wrinkles his nose.]

I gueth.

[That is, he doesn't need the help, but Shiro is nice to him, and he likes that.]

[paladaddy]

I'll be up there shortly.

[The SFC turns off there, and true to his word, Shiro shows up about 20-ish minutes later. he's also carrying a small box with him.]

[helmetdoesnothing]

[Mituna's sitting quietly, picking at some of the skin on his palms. The bleeding looks worse than it is, given that he's been fussing at it.

He doesn't hear Shiro over the sound of the wind until he's close enough to startle him, and he scoots away a bit, frowning.]

[paladaddy]

Oi, there's no need to be jumpy, it's just me.

[He sets the box down before sitting down, and then he opens it. There's a variety of things in there: bandages, vials of liquid, even some syringes and bottles. For now, Shiro goes for some of the cleaning cloths, so that he can clean up the blood before wrapping Mituna's hands.]

Let me see your hands.

[helmetdoesnothing]

[He holds his hands up obediently, palms up, and they really look more of a mess than they really are.

His scrabbling up the cliff side has scraped the skin and drawn some blood, undoubtedly made worse by the fact he's obvious picked at it with talon-sharp fingernails.

He may also have blood under his fingernails.]

[paladaddy]

[Oh dear. Well he'll start with cleaning up that blood a bit, first with a dry cloth and then he'll try with an antiseptic pad.]

This might sting a bit.

[helmetdoesnothing]

[It does sting! It fucking stings like hell and Mituna hisses, jerking his hands away and curling them in close to his chest.]

Ow! Fh-fuck off with that thtingy thhit!

[paladaddy]

It stings now, but it'll hurt less later if they're cleaned properly. You don't want an infection, right?

[But it's okay, he's gotten most of the blood cleaned up. He'll set the wipes aside and start preparing the bandages instead.]

These ones won't hurt.

[helmetdoesnothing]

[Squint. Nope, he doesn't trust you right now Shiro.]

Thure...

[paladaddy]

[SMILE SMILE and look he'll even offer up some bandages for Mituna to inspect.]

See? No painful chemicals on these ones.

[helmetdoesnothing]

[SIDE-EYEING YOU SO HARD, SHIRO.. but they don't smell weird like the stingy ones did, so he slowly offers his hands out again.]

[paladaddy]

[Then he'll go ahead and wrap up Mituna's hands all quick-like, so he doesn't lose his nerve and pull away again.]

There, see? It's not so bad.

[helmetdoesnothing]

[He flexes his fingers slowly, frowning in a way that suggests he's not exactly happy with this arrangement, but at least the air isn't making his palms sting anymore.]

I don't like it.

[paladaddy]

[Well that's a little unexpected.]

What don't you like about it?

[helmetdoesnothing]

[He flexes his fingers again, slowly.]

Feelth funny.

[paladaddy]

Well yeah, it has to heal.

[helmetdoesnothing]

Hmph.

[He curls his fingers in and holds them close to his chest.]

.. thankth...

[Still not really sure how to deal with people being nice to him.]

[paladaddy]

It's no trouble. Just be sure not to get dirt in 'em until they're all healed up.

[It shouldn't take more than a couple days, so Mituna should be fine, so long as he doesn't pick at the bandages.]

[helmetdoesnothing]

Ok..

[No promises.]

It'th quiet up here...

[paladaddy]

It is, isn't it? That's what happens when there's not as many people around.