( closed-ish? )

[moneyman]

CHARACTERS: Vaughn and some other dudes
DATE: March?? Just March, all over the place
WARNINGS: Borderlands, Mettaton
SUMMARY: Hermit crabs and looting and some light shanking, nbd

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[winces]

[ the relief she feels over his renewed health is practically palpable. her entire body shudders on a short but grateful laugh. her head dips forward slightly, resting along his shoulder as fatigue starts to weigh her down beyond her control. ]

It's only fair, [ she manages to say, though whether or not he can hear the soft breath of her words is up to debate.

no more than a second later, she is slumping forward entirely... completely knocked out.

oops. ]

[moneyman]

[ for a moment, he just holds her there. he's still pretty lightheaded, so he's initially oblivious to the fact that she's actually passed out. it's mostly out of gratitude, but there's a little selfishness there as well, and he has to lament the fact that he only ever has the opportunity to do this when something terrible is happening.

...and then he realizes she's unconscious. ]

—Olivia?

[ he gives her shoulder a light shake, just to make sure, and frowns. yyyep, Olivia has left the building. he expected this to happen, but the guilt is still there—he's more angry about sapping so much of her energy than getting shanked, to be perfectly honest. the least he can do is get her home. so he shifts around a bit, one arm staying behind her back and the other slipping under her knees, and lifts her up without much effort. she doesn't weigh a lot, and he's surprisingly strong, so it's no big deal.

it is a little dizzying, what with the blood loss and all, but thanks to her he's well enough to carry her back. with the crowd around them still pacified (again, thanks to her), it's not too difficult to get through, and hardly anyone even spares them a glance. it's just a dude covered in blood carrying a girl slightly less covered in blood. nothing to see here.

he's almost as exhausted as she is when they finally make it back to their apartment. there, he lays her down as gently as he can on the bed, not worried at all about the blood for the moment. he, on the other hand, has just enough energy left to change into clean clothes before collapsing heavily on the couch with Saffron. it's been A Day.

how is he ever going to be able to thank her for this? it's all he can think about until he finally passes out himself. ]