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11:30 AM
Who: Anyone
Where: northern common area
When: Day 184, afternoon
What: stitches
[The best part of cave life with nerfed heals, tired mages, a stubborn exorcist, and a heart run full of razor-sharp glass = self-stitching. Allen has opted to not make a mess of Lacerta's insides or outsides and is stoically sewing up one of the bigger gashes on his forearm right now. He has various first aid supplies laid out, he's shirtless, and he's wearing one of his crappier pairs of rags. I mean pants.
He's pretty good at this. He's barely even flinching.]
Where: northern common area
When: Day 184, afternoon
What: stitches
[The best part of cave life with nerfed heals, tired mages, a stubborn exorcist, and a heart run full of razor-sharp glass = self-stitching. Allen has opted to not make a mess of Lacerta's insides or outsides and is stoically sewing up one of the bigger gashes on his forearm right now. He has various first aid supplies laid out, he's shirtless, and he's wearing one of his crappier pairs of rags. I mean pants.
He's pretty good at this. He's barely even flinching.]