[The cabinet's snapped shut again, firmly enough to carry. If he's careful enough to listen in, the action's capped off with muttering that sounds somewhat like the words 'stubborn pendejo'.
Still, she moves out of the bathroom, ducks down beside the bed to pull up a medical sewing kit and settle in across the edge of the mattress, long nails surprisingly helpful in threading the needle. She cuts it with her teeth, twists the end to knot it and triple checks her work before leaning forward to call him in.] Ven aca. I need light to try and do this and you've shot up half of yours already.
[It's the kind of tone she uses (rare as anything) when she intends to brook no arguments, no compromises. Her patience is run through, and however much she owes him is currently being tempered by his...well temper. That tireless commitment to seeing things through his way, without bothering to consider her strategic analysis.
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Still, she moves out of the bathroom, ducks down beside the bed to pull up a medical sewing kit and settle in across the edge of the mattress, long nails surprisingly helpful in threading the needle. She cuts it with her teeth, twists the end to knot it and triple checks her work before leaning forward to call him in.] Ven aca. I need light to try and do this and you've shot up half of yours already.
[It's the kind of tone she uses (rare as anything) when she intends to brook no arguments, no compromises. Her patience is run through, and however much she owes him is currently being tempered by his...well temper. That tireless commitment to seeing things through his way, without bothering to consider her strategic analysis.
No wonder he wound up stuck in Dorado.]