Ranboo simply blinks at Dirk as the question takes a moment to process-- fortunately by the time it does, Dirk has already made answering unnecessary, rushing right ahead to assure Ranboo that he'll take care of it.
But...
Slightly sluggishly, Ranboo shakes their head as they move their way down to her legs, trying to figure out the best way to just... grab them. They finally settle for just... wrapping their long fingers around her calves, lifting her legs slightly from the floor.
She's still warm. The sensation of handling her body makes their stomach lurch, the room seem hazy and wobbly around them. She's still warm, and the weight and shape of her is disturbingly human, and Ranboo knows that this was necessary, that she isn't-- she couldn't be human, not anymore, but... she sure does look and feel human right now, laying like a broken doll in a growing puddle of her own blood.
"No, you... did this-- for me, I can't just..." Ranboo takes a breath, releases it in a sigh. "I can't just leave you to deal with it by yourself..."
Dirk did this, this, to... protect Ranboo. And their conflicting feelings about that are squarely filed away to be dealt with later. Ranboo really couldn't handle them right now on top of everything else, even if they wanted to.
Unfortunately, it's then that something new occurs that they're going to have to deal with-- the body begins to move.
The body, this woman who absolutely should be just a body, who absolutely should not be moving, begins to move, to sit up, and Ranboo drops her legs in shock and backs away, frozen in disbelief.
The woman stands-- moves to her feet, a hand wandering to press at her still-bleeding chest, and her gaze seems confused for a moment-- and then she looks at Ranboo, and suddenly, her focus returns, laser-like, and she reaches out for him.
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Date: 2024-07-17 12:33 am (UTC)Ranboo simply blinks at Dirk as the question takes a moment to process-- fortunately by the time it does, Dirk has already made answering unnecessary, rushing right ahead to assure Ranboo that he'll take care of it.
But...
Slightly sluggishly, Ranboo shakes their head as they move their way down to her legs, trying to figure out the best way to just... grab them. They finally settle for just... wrapping their long fingers around her calves, lifting her legs slightly from the floor.
She's still warm. The sensation of handling her body makes their stomach lurch, the room seem hazy and wobbly around them. She's still warm, and the weight and shape of her is disturbingly human, and Ranboo knows that this was necessary, that she isn't-- she couldn't be human, not anymore, but... she sure does look and feel human right now, laying like a broken doll in a growing puddle of her own blood.
"No, you... did this-- for me, I can't just..." Ranboo takes a breath, releases it in a sigh. "I can't just leave you to deal with it by yourself..."
Dirk did this, this, to... protect Ranboo. And their conflicting feelings about that are squarely filed away to be dealt with later. Ranboo really couldn't handle them right now on top of everything else, even if they wanted to.
Unfortunately, it's then that something new occurs that they're going to have to deal with-- the body begins to move.
The body, this woman who absolutely should be just a body, who absolutely should not be moving, begins to move, to sit up, and Ranboo drops her legs in shock and backs away, frozen in disbelief.
The woman stands-- moves to her feet, a hand wandering to press at her still-bleeding chest, and her gaze seems confused for a moment-- and then she looks at Ranboo, and suddenly, her focus returns, laser-like, and she reaches out for him.