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[highhealplz]

Date & Time: Oct 8th, around midnight/1 AM
Location: halls/cafeteria!
Characters: Ashraf Salib and ???
Summary: ashraf looks like a bloody horror movie extra and desperately needs a shower. naturally, this is a great time to go for a stroll.
Warnings: blood and... remainders of gore? no actual gore unless something goes terribly wrong, dude's a healer.

[ A: Hallways ]
He's not moving too fast. It's slightly faster than a trudge, but a few paces below a stroll; both arms hang limply at his sides, with one of his hands clutching two golden, cross-tipped rods, and he watches the ground as he walks.

But more noticeable than the slumping posture or the slow steps, would probably be the way his beautiful, ornate robes look completely done for. They're soaked in blood, from a giant rip in the back suggesting a solid axing had happened somewhere around his spine, to a wash down from the neck, reminiscent of a cut throat. Blood mats his hair and has dried on his skin, but looking a little closer will show no visible wounds at all. The guy might look horrifying, but he's doing pretty okay for a victim of attempted manslaughter.

It's been a long night, man.


[ B: Cafeteria ]
One of his first destinations has been the cafeteria. It's late enough that it's emptied out, and he's free to slump at a seat at one of the tables and not worry about scaring anyone with his admittedly disturbing look. He'll take care of that... soon. Somehow. He hasn't worked out yet how he'll do it with just a 5 minute shower, but he'll work something out.

But for now: tea. He sips slowly as he stares at the far wall, willing himself to unwind. Exhaustion is just around the corner, if he can just do away with the dancing nerves of recent battle.

Comments

[velveteened]

( he manages to answer without laughing. )

But if you do that, then I'm going to feel bad about you feeling bad for finishing your tea!

( and that would just be terrible. )

[highhealplz]

Well... then the only solution I can see is for you to have some, too.

[ He grins — but just briefly, too tired for that shit — and lifts himself slowly to his feet. ]

What kind? I can go start the kettle back there.

[velveteened]

Anything with milk and sugar is fine. ( or even just warm milk as if he were a small child again, trying to fend off bad dreams. ) Are you sure you don't mind making it?

( but he doesn't move to get up or protest overmuch. )

[highhealplz]

[ He waves the question off with a flap of his hand, which then goes to cover a yawn as he turns toward the kitchen. There were words in there, but they're distorted and lost into the yawn, and he doesn't bother trying them again afterward.

Be back with that tea, apparently. ]

[velveteened]

( he should probably be reconsidering his life choices or wondering if the cheerful blood-covered gentleman is going to poison him or something. instead he's mostly trying to remember where gil kept the cookies break brought up and if oz might not be able to sneak some in the middle of the night. )

[highhealplz]

[ He's back in about five minutes, two cups in hand. One is a fresh chamomile for himself, the other goes to Oz. Milk and sugar, as asked. He slumps back into his seat, eyes closing as his hands wrap around his mug. ]

I hope that tastes alright, because I don't think I'll be getting up again.

[velveteened]

Thank you, ( taking the cup, and he goes on just before trying it, saying mildly, ) It seems like it's been a busy night for you already.

[highhealplz]

Yeah, a little bit.

[ He sips slowly, before it slowly occurs to him that he's missing something here. One eye opens to regard Oz. ]

You're... Oz, right?

[velveteened]

( he glances back at ashraf, surprised, and sets down the cup. )

That's right. Have we met before...?

[highhealplz]

Mm, no. [ He doesn't put his own cup down yet, and speaks into it. ] But I pay attention to the network. [ a smile! ] I'm Ashraf.

[velveteened]

— Oh, that's right.

( he remembers seeing that name around the network if he thinks about it, and the face too. )

It's nice to meet you in person, Ashraf.