Re: Hell's Kitchen, Marvel, Clem & Matt
I don't think the sheets are offended any. They're too damn proper to act it, even if they are. [They best be, seeing as the thread count was through the damn roof on the bedding, but Clem liked her fine things, even if she had chosen an address far from Uptown as possible. He was starting to sound heavier, and she figured he'd be dozing on her soon. She'd go on and shower, rest some at the same time, but she didn't fuss herself to move just yet.] Rough men can like real nice sheets. I got my kin expensive plaid for Christmas, and I think that's just as counterproductive. [She wasn't sure if he'd know that word, plaid.] Plaid's like tartan made into shirts, but no family attached to any of it. Just all lines up and across.
[She watched his hands on the sheets, real capable, but real butchered.] I got no people here. I chose to live here on account of work being here, but my folks ain't here in your Hell's Kitchen. None of of 'em. I thought someone might be coming, someone real small, but looks like not, and she wouldn't be any risk to you anyways, seeing as she can't crawl yet.
[She didn't like that moan, and it made her frown. She didn't like giving things for pain, but maybe some Tylenol would be fine. After sitting still for a long spell, she leaned for her kit again and pulled out two pills and handed him over the water bottle again.] Just Tylenol. Ain't nothing strong, and it'll help with that moaning some. Rest is the best thing for you, helps the body mend.
[She made a sound of knowing when he said he was Catholic.] Where I come from, Catholics aren't regarded real kind, but there's a whole lot here. Maybe we can find a church some, once you don't look like someone beat you and stole your lunch money.