[ .. thinking about it for too long it might as well be with this one. nukem on the other hand was oddly quiet besides the faint ‘mhm’ in response, head completely turned away. ]
( something about this process felt oddly intimate. fellas, is it gay to put your hands inside another man?
eros hums, getting to work in scrubbing away the interior mess. )
let me know if anythin’ hurts or is uncomfortable, yeah? i dunno much about yer internals.
.. when you put it like that, it does sound bad
[ and he wouldn’t want to risk anything happening to the other. looking to the items, he’d soon raise his hands out the way for the door to be opened. ]
burnin’ stuff is nice … but not when gettin’ me sick from eatin’ ash. i don’t need anythin’ else on my list of diagnoses.
( gloves: on! holding up the cleaner and some paper towels. )
c’mon, sugar. i’ll make it fast.
how could you forget?! .. crossing the barrens must’ve gotten to you– and the rest of your division!
[ piecing together that she really did come alone and for a moment, he muttered something to himself. ]
look! how many fingers am i holding up? [ and his hand is held up
[ vi's body went rigid in his grip. she looked at him, and then in the direction he was looking. ]
uh... yes! it's me! ranger!
[ she gave a wide-eyed— and frankly nervous— grin up at him and patted his arm. ]
jog my memory, um... you, where exactly did i go?
blame the walls! they were very persistent on getting things to burn– and it was very therapeutic!
[ he stepped over to his corner with eyes still on the other and the door to his chest was still not opened. ]
( quirking a thick brow. )
i don't believe you. c'mon, nukem. i know ya need to be cleaned out. or else all the food that goes in will smell n' taste like ash.
( moving over to fetch some cleaner and a rag. )