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walters_journal (walters_journal) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,

Usually, people didn't get this close to Rorschach.

Either they were speedily deflected by a punch or spinning kick, or they were repelled by the strong scent of aftershave and unwashed skin that surrounded him pungently. Even if they weren't bothered by his strong odor, both of his faces were spooky enough to send people in the opposite direction.

But... Merope wasn't going away from him, or behaving like Rorschach had known women to behave. Merope was close to him. Being warmed by him and keeping him warm. Clinging to him like he could protect her.

He sat a little straighter.

"No. Are not bothering me." Puzzling for a moment after hearing that Merope was cold, Rorschach stripped out of the stained and slightly torn wife beater he was wearing and handed the bit of cloth emotionlessly to her. It was laughable, how ineffective it would be in keeping the girl warm, but it was thoughtful by Rorschach's standards all the same.