albinomilksnake | OPEN RP PART II: ELECTRIC BOOGALOO

[ She's aware to it all, the pump of blood all over his hands with the shrapnel all gone, her body doing it's damn best to bleed out everywhere. Getting paler by seconds until the needles jammed in and they do what they're like magi -- or just really, really advanced science.

It's not going to heal nicely, they never do. If this had been done more neatly, steady hands, in a clean place, it might have come out straight and neat at the very least. But the instahealth's don't exactly go in for that, knitting flesh back together in the haphazard way that they were best at. But she's alive and in one piece and they haven't just lost thousands of thousands of dollars because she made a stupid mistake.

Still, it's some time before she wakes up again. Doesn't know exactly how much, but it's just little things enough feeling back to know that she really really didn't want it. Ginger little movements as she tries to move. This was just, erg, erg. He had her guns right, he'd been getting better, nothing should have hurt him in the mean time. But she licks her lips and maybe it's the same shitty habits as Axton and Maya and Lilth and Roland, anyone sane enough or caring enough, and she does her best to mime them most of the time, but this was less that and more genuine worry for anything that might have happened whilst she was out. ]

Rhys? You there?

Yeah. [Quiet, tired, though he's relieved as anything to hear her voice. It's not that he thought she'd die, just--

His chin tilts slightly, gives him the chance to catch sight of her where she's bundled up beside him. Hands over his knees, ankles close to crossing.] Yeah, I'm here.

Wouldn't be anywhere else.

[ Right then, there are so many things she should be doing. But everything sort of faintly pangs, aches in the way old bruises do. Not bad as it could be, all things considered. If the bandits are coming back, they're not doing it just this second.

That's as much as she needs. She doesn't want to move, there's a whole big world outside this tin shack and she'll slaughter half of them by the time she's done at the end of the week. Or something. Make more money, find a better grenade mod to get so revenge for the ruining of her bikini line, who knows what. But right then?

She just doesn't care. It's tucked away safe, or safe as can be and she's doesn't have the energy to be miss big bad vault hunter. So she moves, but it's only to get her head up under where his arm is resting to put her head on his leg. Little movements of adjustment, her goggles tugged off and set down beside her, her pig tails coming out in messy little tugs. ] Good. Don't move.

[ The blankets falling off her shoulders for the time being, and outside it's getting dark, but this? This is better than perfect to her exhausted mind. ]

[This time he slides back on his weight to watch her, expression conflicted-- remorseful, almost-- lips going thinner as the seconds tick on.] Gaige--

[Which doesn't have a follow-up because he doesn't have one. Doesn't know where to start. There's a lot that should be said, more that shouldn't, and all of it feels too heavy as she tugs out her pigtails.]

I'm...not gonna move. Promise.

[ She's not sure if she really trusts him, not when he's got that... tone on. The 'Gaige-I'm-going-to-act-like-I-know-better' tone that she'd gotten used to, and hell maybe sometimes he was, but right now, she's pretty sure this is the best idea she's had. Her arm shifts, and it moves low across his knees, and yeah she's going to go with not trusting him as her excuse for doing it. Looping the cyber arm over in a stretch against him. Her legs straightening out past the edge of the blanket as she twisted on the line of her back, feeling things clink into place.

It's a lot of things, she can feel sand in her hair and in her boots again, hair is a mess but it's not pulling at an odd angle again, as she turned her face in a mumble against his leg that doesn't mean anything other than contentment. Sighs, relaxed and all but purring where she is. ] Relax, [ like she knows the face he's pulling. ] It's just us, okay? Nothing's going to go wrong. And --

[ Her eyes close and she's still again. Rise and fall of her chest in slow even breaths. ] Thanks, Rhys.

Yeah. Sure. [More uneasy than he'd like, and not because she's sprawled across or against him. Tomorrow they'll talk about it. Tomorrow he won't drop it just because he's cold and exhausted and emotionally drained from fear.

He settles back against old, corrugated metal. Puts his arms behind his head.] Anytime, kid--ehhhyou.

[ It'll have to do, and that's so much of all of it lately, it's just what is, what had to be adapted to, and she never minded it. She was good at it, but sometimes, she missed home enough to want more.

But there wasn't exactly a way back and she sighed, rubbing her face in and second, eyes closed and -- there he goes again. ] You know, you can call me something else if that's easier. [ Her metal fingers pluck idly at the material of his pants, like she could feel the cloth under her thumb and forefinger. Eyes still closed, comfortable, easy as blinking. ] If you really need to.

What-- no. [Rhys scoffs, mismatched eyes flicking down briefly towards the point where she's tugging at fabric and it's all distracting in a not-entirely-unpleasant way. Not really productive, either, but he's had enough of that for one day.] Nah. Pfft.

What would I even call you?

[ It's too easy like this, in so many different ways, one of her legs stretching out, grit stained boots scraping on the gravel. The blanket pulled up where it fell, tucks herself in like that against him.

Well fed skags couldn't look more content. But it didn't stop that shit eating grin on her face. ] Oh, I don't know? Greatest, coolest, sexiest vault hunting engineer you've ever met. [ sighed out against his leg, all pleased with herself. ]

[The smile's infectious, at least. It even bleeds through into Rhys' tone, fingers still interwoven behind the base of his skull. She can fidget and fuss and roll however she needs to; interrupting her isn't exactly his MO.] I dunno.

Seems like a mouthful.

[ It's what she wants most, simplicity, easiness sake. Clear cut lines of good guy bad guy and comfortable. Her content little presses into him and right now, neither of them are capable of fighting, and that's an excuse enough. ]

Hey, don't worry, that big ol' Hyperion brain of yours is totally capable of it. I believe in you. [ It's drawled out, but she's sleepy enough that it dissolves into giggles at her own cleverness quickly. ]

OPEN RP PART II: ELECTRIC BOOGALOO

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