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Intrest would spark in the young girls eyes at the mention of the library, curiosity peeked at what it might lay in the depths of Keflas archives. There was always a desire to know more, to stimulate her brain with stories and knowledge. She enjoyed works of fiction and nonfiction, reading the words on the paper. A trait she probably inherited from mother, who was quite knowledgeable and well versed in thing surrounding magic and always seemed to have a book to read about it. She likely inherited it from her father as well considering how prominent it was.

"Those who keep their tongues to themselves tend to get walked on, and I dont like being walked on."

That, and she also had a preference for getting beaten up for a good reason over getting beaten over something as stupid as accidentally missing a dish when doing dishes. So, she developed a tendency to mouth off when she senses she's in shit for a menial thing so she gets hit for a good an actual reason. Though in the midst of talking she would realize that she had been eating a lot fast then she expected, be it in a polite way. Small decent bites of omelet chewed fas so she can eat more, ravenous, her body was hungry for something that didn't make her stomachs upset and it showed. Thirsty as well as she drank her water after finishing the meal he had made her. It was then that fatigue would properly settle into her body, fatigue that had always been there but was unable to be satisfied due to the pain of the injury.

"I would... like that."

She says with a nod at his words, she would get up and bring her dishes to the sink before placing them in there, not really bothering to wash them but she at least rinsed the plate.

"Thank you for the meal, Rusvin."

She would say after turning to him, and then going into the direction of the bathroom to brush her teeth, a habit which she thankfully picked up with ease. Meanwhile Mochi was still eating his fill of what meat he's been given, he likely wasn't going to join Luka anytime soon.

There was no response to her words. Had he received that message too late? All that would be waiting for him was the corpse of the young girl. Her death would be his fault, just another sin to carry until he died. He wished he could apologize to her mother for leaving her alone. For not being there for them when they needed him the most. But, it was impossible to go back to the past to improve the situation. So, he would do everything in his power to finish what she started. He wasn't doing this to be forgiven by her, it was the right thing to do. Luka deserved something nice after all she had gone through. For someone keeping to yourself, you don't seem afraid to speak your mind. An enjoyed contrast. Despite it all, she was capable of being social and sharing her thoughts. Her mental state could have been worse. She could have been unable to be around people or go outside, but that wasn't the case. Her eyes glistened with bravery. Without his presence, she had still grown a fine personality. Her mother had raised her well. Never change. But, all the credit couldn't be given to her, either. Luka could have become someone entirely different if she had decided to.

If you do enjoy reading, I can show you my library. Don't worry about putting back the books you take where they belong. Everything has been arranged alphabetically. It will be easy for me to do so. It would be easy to recommend her a few books to read, but she had her taste. She should have no trouble finding a book that suited them. It would be pointless to make her read books centered on martial arts for now. Chi was something dangerous to utilize, without proper control over it. It could blow up in her face or worse, the whole house. His presence would be required until she could adequately muster the chi she wanted. Furthermore, a recovering body would make it harder to practice. Most of it was used to fasten and strengthen the self-healing. I'll show it to you, tomorrow, though. You're going to sleep right after you're done brushing your teeth.

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How much has your mother told you about your father?

The hybrid would look up in thought for some moments, what had her mother told her again? She did remember her mother telling her things about him when she was little... but she was little little, five years old if she was to be exact.

"Hmm..."

She would hum, the cogs in her brain turning. Ten years since she last heard what her mother said about her father, what she remembered most recently was Roxy encouraging her to continue amd not escape the orphanage again because she had a feeling something good was going to happen to Luka. And in some ways she was right, Kefla had came into her life and has been treating her how a child should be treated.

"I remember her saying that he was very loving towards her, that he despite his cold heart, he seemed warm towards her... she was very sad when he left, though she didn't have to tell me that... I could just tell from her eyes when she spoke about him. She missed him... a lot. But she was never mad at him for his decision and she always told me that she hoped I would meet him one day too. So I could make my own judgment, paint my own picture of him."

She would leave out the part about Roxy being able to tell that Kefla wasn't a good guy. After all, both her and Luka technically belonged to clans that were essentially gangs, so Roxy wasn't a good guy either. Neither was Luka considering her tied to the Rat Pack, a much newer gang that's only existed for four years now.

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What's usually on your shopping list? //Lokaavkrii

The items on Lokaavkriis shopping list include-

An assortment of fruits

Fresh baked muffins (for breakfast)

A few loafs of bread (she freezes some so she doesn't have to by bread every time)

Hair products (if needed)

Makeup (when needed)

A few packages of high quality meat

Tea

Cream

Honey

A strawberry cake

Some new clothes (when needed or if she sees something she likes)

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Upon the words that Mochi is part of their family, the features and look on her face would soften. It was a look that made her look like a younger version of her mother, Roxy, a soft look Roxy used to give him back then. To accept the small ball of fluffy that was currently filling his little belly with the delicious meat given to him, well... for some reason it just felt right when the staff had tried to take Mochi away back at the orphanage when they had caught her again. That day they had had the unfortunate luck of discovering just how protective and in some sense possessive she is over the kitten. Because how dare they try to take her ray of sunshine.

"If I were to be honest, I dont know where I would be right now if I hadn't found and taken Mochi in six months ago... Likely not in this plain of existence."

Those were words she said before taking another bite of the delicious omlette that her stomach was happy to accept. Seeming to be unaware of just how those words sounded. She had been incredibly unlucky over the past eight years of her life, the loss of her mother and the unfortunate luck of getting adopted or fostered by horrendous foster homes and abusive adoptive parents. Yet she still managed to survive, but at what cost? She may be a half-saiyan, but everything that has happened to her was during her most formative and impressionable years of her life. Years where she should have been properly guided down what one would hope to be a path of being a decent being had been spent surviving and being molded towards a gradually insidious outlook on the world around her. The thread of sanity she still had, tied to the small creature who possesed worrying similarities to her own life. Both who's mothers passed in horrible ways, yet the one who had been tainted by the negativity of life was caring for the still innocent being who's life could be snuffed out much easier then hers. Just what would happen if harm came to the kitten? What would happen to her if fate decided to snatch the life of this orange ball of fluff that Luka loved so much? Whoever or whatever led to such would, at best, have a bloody fate, and at words, a deadly one.

Her head would tilt slightly at the mention of him getting her a gaming concel, she'd never used one before. Yes, they had had them at the orphanage in the multi age common room for those old enough to use them responsible and not wreck the machines like those of the younger years. But, she had never used one despite her curiosity. The consoles were either all being used or there were to many people around for her taste. For some reason unkown to her, she had been a prime target for being picked on, so she would just avoid everyone and slink around... like a rat.

"Hm? They had those at the orphanage, but I never got the chance to really use one. They were either being used or I just didn't want to be around people, so books were my go to to entertain myself."

There was a tint of intrest in her voice as well as understanding as to why it would be two days time before such a device was bought. Tomorrow she would likely be sleeping and just lounging around on the couch, the day after was when they were going out to get her some new clothes. So, why make two trips in a week when one would be sufficient? The world wasn't going to end and she wasn't going to turn to dust if it wasn't purchased today or tomorrow, she wouldn't ever act like such a spoiled child anyways because Roxy didn't raise her to be like one when she was still a small child.

That was how the body told its owner about its state. If anything, if the body didn't warn its user about anything wrong with itself; something was wrong with it. Her body was weak compared to how it should have been, but it still performed properly, thankfully. Though, he wouldn't say anything such. She was half-saiyan, the truck should have been the one getting destroyed from colliding with her. But, there was nothing he could do about it for now, at least.

The last word of that sentence was unknown, but he didn't think it was something awful. As far as he was concerned, she would never insult him while actually thinking it. She was his daughter, but a lack of respect from anyone was something he wouldn't tolerate ever. If, one day, there was a insult directed at him. A proper punishment would be delivered.

Don't mention it, he is part of our family, after all, Kefla replied nonchalantly. I know he means a lot to you, and that's enough of a reason for me. He wished she had managed to make friends. Friends she could actually be herself with. Not people who would leave her behind at the first sign of trouble. With all that happened to her, becoming her friend would take time. Time not many were willing to spend just to become a friend to someone. They needed to gain her trust, just like he did. Hopefully, she will become more open to the idea of not fully being on her guard around people in the future.

I should be able to get a video game console with a few games. Just to keep you distracted while you are recovering. The next day after tomorrow, though. So, you'll have to keep yourself entertained with whatever will be shown on the TV until then. He knew he couldn't handle being bored, and if she was like him. Feeling like that for even a minute would be hellish. Perhaps, he should leave a few books centered on energy control around. If one of them managed to catch her interest, it would be good. She could materialize it, the first time of controlling her energy, but anything else needed to be learn and perfected. Even her ability to materialize her energy outside needed to be worked on.

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Somehow, this child knows how to rake in the dough when it comes to making money. Give her a gem and she'll find someone to make it into multiple peices of jewelry to seel at way high or a price the what it would be worth as one single gem.

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The scent of what he was making hit like a skillfully aimed snowball to the face. As per usual, whatever he was making was mouthwatering, ridiculously so as she walked into the kitchen and had to stop herself from drooling. Wiping the corner of her mouth with her sleeve before speaking.

"Thanks, it's amazing how not feeling like absolute crap can make a person feel."

She says, which was true. A person who felt like shit would look horrible unless they put effort into appearing not to be such, while a person who felt good would look good and didn't have to put much effort into appearance. But that's only what she's observed while on the streets. She could see the food and it looked as appetizing as ever, even making her poor stomachs growl. She truly had been picking at meals she could eat over the past five days, severing them into three portions due to how heavy they were. While her stomach was happy for the food, it wasn't happy about the lack thereof the nutrition it had been receiving plenty of beforehand.

She would see the bowl of finely cut meat on the floor with the fresh water and carefully put Mochi down so he could go eat as well. In which the small ball of orange fluff would scamper over to the bowl with his little tail stuck straight up with excitement for the tasty meat meal.

"Thank you for taking taking care of him when I couldn't, Rusvin."

She says as she sits at the table. There was genuine thankfulness in her tone, the word she used at the end was a bit softer spoken then the rest and quieter as well. Rusvin, the word in the Zaisin language that ment Dad or Father. She didn't know if he would know such, but saying it in English wasn't something she was going to do yet, but he had earned it for dealing with her bullshit while she adjusted to the fact that she had someone to care for her and wasn't by herself anymore. She still didn't understand why the woman before her wanted to be called by the masculine honorific for parents, but she definitely wasn't going to call Kefla mother or mom, ever. That spot had been filled and could never be replaced, even if the ome who filled it was currently a ghost residing in her necklace. It wouldn't take long before she was to cut into the omelette into bite sized peices to eat, she had enough manners to not go and try shoveling the heavenly smelling food on her into her mouth. Even if she didn't, she had a feeling there would be a swift reprimand or a worth insult from the other for such an act.

As always, her eye should seem to light up when she took the first bite of what he cooks. As if it was the best thing she'd ever eaten, because it honestly was compared to the scraps she'd been eating for years alongside stale instant noodles with whatever meat she had and anything she could forage for.

"Noted, perhaps I can finally get a good sleep now that the wound has been tended too."

Though how long would she be able to stay I'm bed when she'd been trying to rest for the past five days? Her mind was bound to be more bored now that it wasn't overwhelmed with receiving the pain from the nerves of her wound. She would try to rest as much as possible, though it was likely she would end up laying on her stomach on the couch in front of the TV to entertain herself until her body said to sleep again.

As long as she knew what could have happened, she should not be this foolish in the future. Thankfully, luck was on her side. He would head to his kitchen when she left. Getting meat, four eggs and a few spices and getting to work. In no time would the meal be ready. An omelette with meat and cheese inside. To enhance the flavor, a handful of black salt and katacory. That, and a glass of water. Putting everything down on the table. As requested, something light but filling enough.

Turning his eyes to the young woman who crossed the door with her pet in hand. Luckily for the cat, there was still a bit of meat left. Meat that would be cut until it was small enough and put into its bowl. Changing the water of the other bowl if it needed to drink. It also needed to grow big and grow alongside its owner. She seemed to really love the cat, after all. The less he could do was make sure it had food whenever it needed to eat.

You look better, already. It had not even been that long, but she was already in a far better state physically. The herbs were having the expected effect, but to think she looked as if she had already recovered. Even so, he would have to put a stop to her training for now. Training with a body currently recovering could turn into a mess. You can stay in bed tomorrow. You need the extra hours to recover.

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Oh, yup. There it was, the other shoe of scolding. The tone of 'you are somewhat an idiot for not coming to me sooner' with a hint of understanding, it seemed he was prideful too... which considering how he dresses? It made a lot of sense. She could also hear the ridicule and... possibly a slight hint of concern towards her decision? She wasn't sure on that last part.

"One of three things can happen. One, your body finally gets rid of the infect after taking its sweet time. Two, the limb is lost. Three, it gets into your bloodstream and kills you. Though it depends on how good your immune system is to begin with and what your original health status was pre infection."

The first of which sort of happened to her, for some reason the strange energy she had decided to burn away the infection after a certain point and leave raw bloody wounds around her wrists and ankles... which was better then the agonizing feeling of her flesh getting munched, but it still wasn't comfortable. In some way she was thankful that the leader of the Rat Pack had taken intrest in her, he had already found someone to play medic and the young woman had tended to Lukas wounds with care. That was likely part of the reason she still had her hands and feet... along with how quick she could recover if she did the right things.

She would listen to his words, making note of his tone. A warning tone, one that said he ment his words. To be cautious of those around her as everyone was unpredictable, even those you know. It was something she was painful aware of. She knew she could be careful and still get hurt, yet she would still learn what not to do from them and prevent future injuries the best she could.

"Well then... I'll come straight to you the next time I get injured. Just... just don't take me to a hospital and all will be fine."

Last thing she needed was for him to know that she was scared of doctors. She hated hospitals. She could vividly remember the day she came to fear them too... the same day her mother died. Being snapped out of shock by the feeling of a needle full of numbing agent being poked into her cheek to numb the area around the gash she had received on her cheek from shrapnel due to the bomb used to kill her mother... she remember the tang of blood on her tongue, the scream of the nurse or doctor as she acted on instinct and bit whoever it was poking her with the needle. She remembered the look they gave her when she started crying out for her mother... pity...

Pity.

Sickening pity.

Pity that subjugated another nurse to her sharp teeth when the nurse thought it wise to hold her in such a frantic state of mind, something that got her put on the mandatory muzzling list within the hospital. Mandatory, but necessary as she would still nip even at this age just out of the stress of being in the hospital caused. It was either muzzling or sedation, and the former was better despite how humiliating it was. But, she felt no shame for what they brought on themselves.

She would nod at his words, she did need to get dressed, and she would take that opportunity to gather up the ruined clothing so it could be desposed of in the trash can outside. She doubted Kefla would like the scent of blood and infection rotting away in her room... honestly, it made her mentally cringe at the thought of such.

With haste, she would leave the bathroom as he cleaned up the supplies he used to treat her wound and head off to her room. Her room. Something that still sounded odd in her brain. She hadn't had her own room since her mother was still alive. She didn't count the room she had in the orphanage as she got moved up a flor after every birthday, so it never truly was her bedroom. But now she had one here, even if she had a feeling it was a temporary room, it eas still hers. A bed that had the right firmness, blush pillows and a soft blanket. There was other furniture, a sturdy desk which has yet to be used, a bookshelf with a few of the books she was allowed to keep that weren't worn to shit, and a dresser and armour that were sparsely populated with what clothing she did have... yeah she needed more clothes after this. Remembering Keflas instructions, she would pick out a large nightie that went down to her knees and hung loose on her frame, and pop on some shorts under it. After which she gathered said ruined clothes and took them to where the outdoor trash bin was before quickly stopping Mochi from dashing headlong out the door due to the fact that he wasn't allowed out at night.

"Damn... I didn't realize how late at night it still is..."

She muttered to herself, making her way to the kitchen with the orange kitten in hand.

What he feared was confirmed. She was prideful, too much for her own good. Her body was unable to compensate for her recklessness, at least not in the way it should have. She was a half saiyan, after all, this should have healed in a week.

Don't you know what happen to someone who has a gravely infected wound? Kefla retorted. Thankfully, she did enough to keep the wound from infecting from the start. No one wanted to lose a part of their body because of infection. Even if he could heal her as long as she was alive, she should not be this reckless. Be careful from now on. Just because you're logical doesn't mean everyone around you is. Trust me, most people are idiots and the only thing you should take from them is how not to be one.

She should be fine for now. He would have to change her bandages each night to prevent things from getting worse. Better be careful with a wound of this level. A wound that would not have been around with proper food and training. It only meant he needed to get her body to its peak as soon as possible. Two days from now on then, I'll buy you new clothes.

Putting everything away now that he had finished taking care of the problem. Sure, go put on some clothes. I'll make something quick, light on the stomach and filling for you. She still needed to sleep for her body to recover properly. The food would just be a little help.

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She could hear the relief in his tone about her still being alive and kicking, but she could also sense the underlying disappointment in his words. Something which led to a slight hit of shame in herself because he was right, her body had been getting treated like shit. She hadn't received medical attention for much of her wounds, and it was stark reminder of how durable she was. His question was a reasonable one that deserved a response, one that she would take a moment to think of.

"Pride is part of it, yes. I have pride when it comes to my durability, my tolerance to pain, and how fast I can heal. This isn't the first time I've been hit by a vehicle, it's happened twice before, but I never had wounds while on the streets that I couldn't recover from just by sleeping, eating, and taking it easy for a few days."

She explains, a slight wince here and there when he started applying the medicine onto the wound, but she wouldn't complain as she had been taught as a child that to complain whole receiving care was a rude thing to do. She could remember her mother's words:

'Don't complain when someone's tending to your wounds or your sickness. They are being generous by giving you the time of day to do such when they could just leave you to suffer with what weakens you.'

That's what Roxy told her, she was just four at the time but she remembered it well because she had fallen from the tree she had been climbing and had and got a nasty cut on her leg. Something Roxy immediately tended to, and continued doing so even when Luka whined about the sting of the antiseptic liquid that had been poured on it before the healing salve that was applied afterwards.

"I did my best to keep it clean, I showered every morning amd night. But that seemed to have not been enough. When I woke up, I could smell the sickness that was invading the wound and I knew I wouldn't be able to deal with it like the others due to the placement. So I had to suck up my already injured pride and ask for your help before it had a chance to bloom into something astronomically more painful and possibly critical."

She explains, she wasn't an idiot.... well a complete idiot. A fool blind from her own pride, yes, but she knew her limits. She knew this wasn't a wound she could treat the way she knew how, and she already knew the pain of having a bad infection on a part of the body that moved. Agony. That's what it was, and that was something she never desired to experience again after the infection that had riddled her wrists and ankles when she had freshly escaped her last foster house. Infection in wounds that were originally marks where the flesh was rubbed raw from metal shackles, gods did that pain suck ass.

"I'll make note of those requirements. Though... I may have to finally take you up on that offer for getting a new wardrobe, i doubt it's worth the time and effort trying to get the blood and fluid out of the fabric that greedily drank it up."

It was also because she had gained a bit of weight, meaning the clothes were a tad more snug then when they were first given to her. They didn't fit the criteria of loose clothing that he wanted her to wear, so why bother mending them when she's likely a few pounds away from being a bit to big for them? Another thought would cross her mind; food. Something she's been struggling to consume for the past few days due to pain and her insides feeling all slushy.

"Say... uh. Do you by chance have anything that will make my insides not feel so sloshy? Getting hot by a truck that I think was going 160 or something, bouncing off the ground, clipping a metal fence, and then crashing against a wall does the opposite of wonders for one's appetite."

She figured now of all times when she is properly lucid and not halfway in autopilot to ask such a question. After all, he was here.

It's a miracle you're not dead yet, Luka, he replied, clearly glad that she was still alive even so. The part that she got from him could be the main reason that she was still alive and kicking. There was a lot that he could survive as someone who could die. Enough for people to misunderstand him for an immortal at times.

Why don't you start being thankful for having a body that has not collapsed, despite how poorly you're treating? Letting her injury worsen this much for whatever reason she had was foolish. But, he became curious as to how she survived this long.

It was obvious that she had been injured a lot. Her body was the same as someone who had been on the battlefield for years. Always returning home with more scars to see whenever they looked in the mirror. Some saw those as marks of pride, but how did she feel about them?

Why were you trying to overcome this by yourself; are you that prideful that asking for help was not an option? Which would definitely prove that they were related. He was not in a position where he could scold her for being prideful. If someone did not have any pride in them, they were nothing more than a doormat. She just needed to learn when acting on her pride would be her downfall.

In any case, you'll have to sleep on your stomach until the wound is fully healed. Especially with the medicine he began to apply to the entire wound carefully. This should help her body in properly healing this one, at least. There was nothing he could do for all the previous scars, unfortunately. He hoped she would not grow up to believe herself to be unattractive.

Disappointed, yes. Mad, no. I suppose I just need to work harder to gain your trust. Done applying the green medicine to the wound, the bandages would rapidly be put around her. You'll also need to start wearing loose clothes. It should not take more than a month for this, so until then. Nothing that hugs the body.

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She would let him do what's needed, it was to some degree her fault for not coming to him when she first realized there was a wound. The key words was to some degree. Her past playing a hand to the blooming infection that was being taken care of by the other. She had many scars, her arms, legs and torso all had scaring of different severity. The oldest ones were naturally from the shitty luck she had with foster homes. Some cigarette burn marks here amd there, cuts and gashes every so often, a burn mark or two, and it looks like her back had an unfortunate rendezvous with the metal end of a belt or somethinh for the lash marks. Some looked tended too by someone else, others not, and some looked like they were tended too by unskilled hands... possibly either other kids from those homes or more likely it was herself.

However, back at hand. She would stiffly move her right arm so he could get access to the part of the gash under her arm. He was right that she was fine since she was used to the pain from it by now, but it didn't make the sensation of the disinfectant cleansing any lingering sickness any more comfortable. A little grunt of discomfort here and there. It would take a few soaked cotton balls for it to be fully clean and just ooze red, meaning the blood flow hadn't been compromised. The now clean wound itself was a rather clean cut with little splitting on the edges, but it wasn't one that could be sewn due to the placement of it as it would just constantly pop a stitch or split the wound if she moved her arm wrong.

"I've been trying not to sleep on that side since it hurts and to keep the sheets from getting messy but... thank you... they are likely due to be changed anyways."

She says with earnest. She sounded tired with a slight edge of pain to her voice. But she seemed a bit more awake compared to the start when she came to him, she isn't feverish and she hasn't dropped any of the new weight she had started putting on.

"Are you... mad at me for not coming to you sooner?"

There was a hint of weariness in that question. She had known some people who would have taken great offense to something like this, people who have gotten mad and then wonder why she didn't come to them in the first place. Kefla hadn't harmed her so far, but she was still trying to gage what could possibly trigger that anger she saw at the orphanage so she could avoid it.

It did not take long for him to appear before the young woman with the bowl in hand. Putting it down for the moment, as he needed to treat the wound before doing anything else. It's a possibility that she would need to change her bedsheets before going back to sleep. One thing at a time, though. There was no hesitation as he reached for the towel and pulled it away. Turning away to take hold of the disinfecting bottle of alcohol and a bit of cotton.

You should be fine, you're used to pain by now.

Pressing the drenched cotton on the wound to remove any bacteria that remained. Doing such two more times to be certain that nothing unwanted had been left behind. Despite wanting the young woman to learn her lesson, letting the wound rot on itself would be going too far. Whatever the reason was, it was not relevant. Even if she decided to remain stubborn, he would have stepped in to take care of the wound.

This was the role of the parent, but not all children deserved the support of their parents. Luka had done nothing to lose that privilege so far. As long as she did not do anything that would make her lose such a privilege, he would remain. He'd heal, and help her. She did not seem like the type to bite on the hand that kept her stomach full without a reason. But, she was also at that rebellious age and with her past. He did not expect her to be well-mannered or to gain her trust. It was not a must, anyway. She was a good person given all the wrong cards.

Before you go back to bed, I'll give you some clean and fresh sheet.

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Ah, it seemed he could already tell she was there. Which would bring up the memory if how he said that he could tell there was something put in her food when he first met her at the orphanage because it smelled a bit off... she should have remembered that. Though it seems her mind is dulled and slowed from the pain as it took a hot moment for her to register the approach of the other until his large hand graced her left shoulder to gently guide her to the bathroom. The pace there seemed to have at least been one that her groggy self could keep up with.

She didn't seem to care when he lifted up the t-shirt she was wearing to wipe away the viscous fluid that calm from the angry, submitted to the self induced fate of her stubborn pride and admittedly... teenage stupidity. She could tell he was being careful, but soft hisses came from her when the most tender parts of this angry wound were touched, the tender flesh around it from how bruised her right side ewas didn't help the matter.

"All right..."

Is all she says when she's told to wash up, her hands folding the towel given. Dark red eyes following the other as he left before she started getting ready for the shower. Making sure that the water was hot enough before getting in, hissing from it touching the wound once. But she would be through. Making sure she was washed everywhere. Being gentle with the wound but making sure any residual gunk that was dried around it was gone before she stepped out and dried it carefully with the towel before wrapping a diffrent one around her, carful to leave it loose on the wound so that it didn't touch it.

"I'm done."

She says aloud after opening the bathroom door a bit to speak, to notify the other that the shower was over and that she was ready for the wound to be tended too. The wound that layed right on the part of her ribs that moved when her arm moved, that curved onto her back and over her shoulder blade on the spot that made it very painful to move. She would close the door a bit and take a few steps back, waiting for the other.

Hor many days had passed since the hybrid had received an oh so tender kiss from the cold metal of a truck? How long had it been since her body ever so passionately bounced along the ashfault that streat? Oh, and how long had it been since her flesh had greeted that metal fence spike with a nice wet welcoming if her blood?

Five days.

For five whole days she's been playing a hardcore game of 'fake it till you make it's with the one who adopted her. Acting like she wasn't injured when, in fact, she likely should be receiving medical attention. Even lean one her right arm against the wall as if there wasn't a nasty bruise covering nearly the her entire right arm along with part of her back and slightly creeping up her neck. Holding back any sign of pain because... well, it wasn't that she didn't trust Kefla... it was just that she didn't trust Kefla to this extent. She was already pretty weak, she knew that, but there was naturally a seed of fear that it could still be a ploy, even when the other said that they are a friend and ally, that he wouldn't hurt her.

People took advantage of those who were weak, injured, sick. Exploited them, used them, and hurt them more. Put on masks of friendly faces and used sickly sweet, honeyed words to gain the trust of those who needed care. To be seen on the street while hurt or sick could mean bad news. But even still, her avoidance of Kefla was due to her past foster homes. Homes where she was given no sympathy for being injured or sick because such were a fact of life, she just had to deal with it and keep going... such wise words to say to a child they beat to the point she was bleeding and curled up on the floor. Habits of avoidance, of slinking around, of making out the habits of the others... all of which would resurface.

Since the day he had adopted her, Luka has subconsciously started making note of habits, of how his footsteps sounded, of his routine around the house, and so on. Using such subconsciously gathered info to map out her own route of avoidance whilst she is injured. Basically, she became the oppitomy of a rat. Sneaking around ever so quietly, ears perked for the other, eating what her stomach could handle. Because to be able to heal, one had to consume, because to consume ment her body would gain the energy required for it to recover... even if it hurt to do anything, she pushed through. She managed to make it seem like she was skipping meals, only to sneak out later and eat as much possible. Taking an entire day to finish one of the huge meals the other made, but at least she was eating.

But, despite all her efforts to recover and take care of the wound... it wasn't going how she hoped. Sleep was near impossible with how much pain she was in, and just eating without also sleeping wasn't something that recovery favored. One was useless without the other as both were needed in order for for a swift recovery. Even still, she would do her best tend to the nasty wound and subsequently lesser wounds she received that day making sure to shower twice daily to keep it clean... even if it hurt like a bitch. But... that didn't help. It was too bad of a wound to be cared for in that way.

But on the fifth day... once she woke up from an unfulfilled sleep to the same aching if her right side... she noticed a scent. A sickly scent that wasn't there the night before. A scent she knew all too well from the wounds she had on her wrists and ankles four years back.

Infection

Newly blossomed, but still dangerous to let sit and festers. With a grunt she woukd sit up and scoot onto the edge if her bed and peel up the right side if her loose night shirt. Feeling as it peeled off the wound with sticky residual gunk that had been oozing from the open wound.

"Ugh... Gross..."

She murmurs to herself, grimacing at sight of the stringy goop connecting the wound with the fabric. Debating on weather she should change or not... likely not. A part of her knew that it was nigh time to get help for it... but another part of her was far to stubborn to admit defeat, the pride in her durability having been wounded as well. There had also been the fact that the ghost of her mother, Roxy, who resided in the necklace around Lukas neck, had also pushed her on day two to gain Keflas help. That Luka could fully trust him and that it's unlikely he'll hurt her. She could already tell that her mother was giving her a 'I told you so' kind of smirk.

After a bit of thought and putting the side of her nightshirt she had lifted back down... she would suck up that wounded pride and get up. Grunting a bit as she stood, her tired body weighing heavy despite her light steps as she went so seek out Kefla. Keeping her right arm still by her side as it hurt like hell to moved it. Once she did find him, she would sort of just peek around the door at him.

"Kefla..."

Before she even comes into his field of vision, his nose picks up the terrible smell. A smell that makes him grimace in disgust. Covering his nose with a handkerchief as the person it comes from approaches him. The situation is clear to him, whatever injury she suffered has started to infect. Something easy to handle since he has everything ready in case this happens. He does not say a word as he walks up to her and takes her to the bathroom. Grabbing a bottle of alcohol that disinfect wound, bandages as well as cotton. Though, before he gets to do such. He lifts her t-shirt out of the way, not even bothering to ask her permission for such. Using paper to get rid of the viscous substance. Only when such is finished does he finally speak.

Clean yourself up.

A wound that is starting to infect usually leaves on the body undesirable stuff. She is better off taking a good shower before he applies alcohol to the wound. Otherwise, it will be as if he never did anything in the first place. Giving her a clean towel to dry herself with to prevent further issue. Then he leaves to let her clean up as he suggested. Going to a room with different herbs and grabbing leaves from a few before going to a bowl with a pestle. Crushing the leaves into it until it mixes perfectly together. Something that will make sure her body does not have a scar from the nasty wound. Hopefully, this event is enough to get her to become logical injuries.

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Nice shot, try not to miss next time. //Luka

Sure, she had missed the shot. But that was because she was using her left arm and hand for the time. Why? Because it hurt like hell to do rough, fast movements with her right arm and hand at the moment

"Well, I dont think I would have missed if it was that billboard you call a forehead."

She says in a rather irritated tone. She wasn't one to like being reminded of petty little short comings... especially when she hadn't been getting a very good sleep and had constant twinges of pain on the right side of her ribcage.

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Badly injured yet won't tell the cool 'lady' because she doesn't want to look like a loser in front of the cool 'lady' that adopted her. Even if every fiber of her right arm screams at her when she moves it, she can't lay on her right side because of tge painful bruising, and her insides feel a bit slushy cause she got clocked by a truck that blasted through a red light at at least 140-160km.

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let’s be friends with benefits. the benefits? you get to be friends with me

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SEND “⚡️” AND A QUESTION AND MY MUSE WILL BE FORCED TO ANSWER HONESTLY

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OC ask meme (or you can just fill it all out yourself for fun…not that I do that or anything)

works for either fantasy or modern settings…tbh mostly just the things I want to be asked about my own ocs

1. Describe your OC physically- what do they look like? What notable features do they have, or what’s your favorite part of their design?

2. What role would your OC fill in a friend group?

3. What is their stance on religion? Are they a devout believer, against the idea of gods, or somewhere in between? Do they make their practice or their opinions public, or keep it private?

4. How do they act when they’re sick, and does it change depending on who they’re around or how sick they are?

5. What’s one hill your OC will die on (anything from a guiding moral position to a strong opinion about combining mint and chocolate)?

6. How did you choose your OC’s name?

7. Lots of people don’t have a favorite food when put on the spot, but what’s a food or drink that your OC would never turn down if someone offered it to them?

8. What’s something that your OC owns that means the world to them? What’s something they own that they don’t like, but can’t bring themself to part with?

9. How do they fare in cold or hot climates, and which do they prefer?

10. Share a sentence of dialogue from your OC that you think represents them well.

11. How are they seen by people around them - family, close friends, colleagues, or strangers?

12. What does their bed and/or desk look like? Tidy or cluttered - are they both the same, or is one neat and the other messy?

13. How do they deal with pain (physical or emotional)?

14. How comfortable are they relying on other people, and what situations would change their comfort level?

15. How does your OC take up space? What do they do with their hands when they talk, or how do they sit in chairs?

16. Point assign D&D ability scores to your OC (STR, DEX, CON, INT, WIS, CHA; out of 27).

17. What are three moments in their life that impacted your OC the most?

18. If they can or would drive, what would their car be like?

19. How do they connect with the people around them? Love language, how they offer comfort, etc.

20. What kind of clothing do they feel most comfortable in? What kind of clothing do they wear most often?

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LEFOU - What does your muse love most in other people? //Ragnar

The thing Ragnar loves most in people is tenacity. The refusal to give up is what draws him to some people, man or woman. It intrests him when someone stands back up after he knocks them down or when they amply stand their ground against him despite their wounds and how scary he can truly be when he's not being a goof or a cocky bastard.

Call it because of age, but the man is nearly six million years old, so it's unlikely he'll waste his infinite time on someone who begs and pleads for mercy instead of getting up and fighting to their honored death. If someone is like that, he's likely to just leave them there instead of finishing them off, as if to say they aren't worth the edge of his blade or the magic in he's veins. Though, if someone impress him, put up a good fight, and deliver worthy blows? He will actively spare them, perhaps even feed them his blood so they can heal and offer them a well paying job as a guard.

After all, if someone manages to inflict blows onto him of all people, why wouldn't he take advantage and give them a job where he can secretly keep an eye on them?

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PROMPTS FOR FEELING SAFE / EXPRESSING COMFORT * assorted dialogue, adjust as necessary, send "reverse" for the reversal of action prompts. suggested by judgementdaysunshine

DIALOGUE PROMPTS

i haven't felt like this in a very long time.

i wanted to thank you for protecting me back there.

you stepped in when you didn't need to.

for once in my life, i feel safe.

this place gives me a good feeling.

i feel safe in your arms.

it's been a while since i slept through the night without any nightmares.

i could get used to this.

i won't let anything happen to you.

you make me feel safe.

you didn't have to step in and help me, but you did, and i appreciate that.

no one's ever stood up for me like that before.

my whole life has been filled with conflict and pain. not anymore.

maybe i'll finally know peace with you.

we deserve an easy life.

you're my port in the storm.

i can't tell you the last time i actually felt safe.

you know me. i don't let my guard down for just anyone.

something changed to make me feel this way.

you're safe here with me.

they won't come after you, and if they do? they'll have to go through me.

it feels nice, being here with you.

you make me feel like i can accomplish anything.

i can be myself with you.

we're looking out for you.

you won't judge me for the things i say.

just stay here a while, if you don't mind.

so this is what safety feels like.

i can finally breathe again.

nothing can touch you while i'm here.

you can go back to sleep. it's safe.

no one will hurt you anymore.

my life is in your hands.

promise me you won't abandon me?

i'll be right here when you wake up.

you taught me how to protect myself.

ACTION PROMPTS

[ lean ] sender slowly leans into receiver's shoulder and rests there for a while

[ sleep ] sender manages to fall asleep in receiver's presence

[ snuggle ] sender snuggles closer to receiver as they sleep

[ reach ] sender reaches for receiver in their sleep

[ shelter ] sender uses their body to shield receiver from danger

[ seek ] sender seeks out receiver for a protective hug

[ choose ] sender has plenty of options on where to sit in a crowded space, but chooses to sit directly beside receiver

[ reassurance ] in a tense moment, sender takes one of receiver's hands to hold

[ stay here ] sender guides receiver to a safe place and tells them to wait there while they deal with a problem

[ interrupt ] sender stops a confrontation between receiver and someone else, stepping between them and coming to receiver's defense

[ home ] sender shows receiver their new home

[ nightmare ] sender comforts receiver after they wake up from a nightmare