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[Today, two unforgivable errors were made: the first, he let Rosette use the kitchen.

The second: He let Rosette use the kitchen.

When the feed blinks to life, the serenity of the figure facing the camera is directly at odds with the thunderous cacophony in the background. Chrono just smiles blandly at his unseen audience as a terrible burst of sparks makes itself visible in—is his back to the apartment's kitchen?]

I just had a quick question. [He might as well dive right into it, as a crash echoes around the apartment. He doesn't even flinch.] Does anyone here know how to repair electronics? A microwave, specifically? I think apartment number 304 could use your services.

[It's here that Rosette comes into view, hurdling around the corner as smoke billows in her wake; if Chrono were actually looking, he might think it seems appropriate for Rosette's definition of an entrance. It's unclear whether she's addressing Chrono or the tablet (even realizes he's talking to the tablet) when she bellows FIRE! THAT'S A FIRE! It's very likely the former based on how the serenity of Chrono's smile twitches into something that speaks silent danger for someone.]

Quickly, if it isn't too much trouble? [The feed doesn't cut off; evidently, his quiet fury is such that he completely forgets to turn off the tablet before hurling it across the room to go perform some manner of intervention.

It lands facing a ceiling that is growing increasingly smokey.]

action.

[Anyone who actually approaches apartment #304 will find an impressive cloud of black smoke billowing out of the open door that smells distinctly of burnt electronics and scorched metal. Rosette's voice will make itself known second, shouting about how the kitchen is out to get her and this isn't her fault.

If one actually ventures into the abyss (which speaks volumes toward a capacity for bad decisions, by the way), they'll find a frantic teenage girl and a long-suffering little kid trying to determine the best way to put out an impressive electrical fire.]

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[That, at least, is a small and safe concession to make.

He lets his hand fall away.]

If you want.

I do. [Hopefully, Chrono realizes this is only postponing his doom.

She gets up, straightens her skirts and takes his coat with her to go get the first aid kit.]

I'll be right back.

Mm...

[He waits until she's sufficiently out of eye- and ear-shot before slumping against the back of the couch, sighing. He rubs his temples wearily, but it doesn't do much to dispel the growing fatigue. He wonders if it's even dinner time yet, and whether he's actually going to make it to the end of the day without needing a nap, himself.

But for all that their apartment is in shambles and he's going to have to do more than his fair share of the cleanup, no one is seriously hurt and the seal on the watch wasn't cracked, so he can't actually complain.]

[For what little it is worth, he seems to have found the eye of hurricane Rosette, at least for the moment. She returns with the kit - one of their first agreed upon purchases in the city - and starts laying out supplies with an easy practice. The angle is different than tending her own, but the principle is the same.]

Hold out your left arm?

[He does so, patiently.

He's done this for her enough times before that he experiences an odd sort of vertigo, being on the other side of it. Hours of harsh training sessions at the Order, tripping and falling down a flight of stairs, an exorcism gone wrong-

He blinks a few times and shakes his head, clearing it.]

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[She works carefully and gently. It hasn't been too long, so cleaning is less of an issue than it could be. Mistaking the gesture as a stop, she pauses in wrapping the gauze around the worst burn on that arm.]

You okay?

[He blinks in confusion, before realizing how his spacing out could be misinterpreted. Honestly- it's just a few bandages! There's no reason for him to lose his head over it.]

I'm fine. Honestly.

Okay... [That is the biggest liar smile ever. But instead of calling him on it, she just loosens the bandage a little and increases the width of the wrapping. She turns his wrist this way and that, inspecting the rest of his arm. Nothing else that breaks skin, those can have a bit of aloe.]

But tell me if any of them are too tight.

[He doesn't flinch, cringe, make faces, or give any other indication that he's in any pain. They both know he's had far, far worse than this; it's not even a paper cut, in the scheme of things.

But he's smart enough to realize that she's probably beating herself up over the circumstances surrounding this bout of injuries, so he opts to save any quips for later.]

Better. Thank you.

[After a quick application of the soothing gel, she motions for his other hand.]

I'll change the dressings tomorrow.

You'll have to get up extra early if you want to do it before I leave in the morning.

[SURELY THIS WILL DISSUADE HER...]

How early is extra early?

The-sun-isn't-quite-up-yet early.

[HANDWAVES.]

It's not like I can't change a few bandages! Don't worry about it.

[That's horrible why would you do that.]

It'll only be a day or two, right? [She dismisses it with a wave.] I'll get it after you get back.

[Dammit.

Approaching desperation, he opts for switching tactics.]

Well, if you insist, but-

Geez, Rosette, I've never known you to be so caring and concerned before.

Edited (FREUDIAN TYPO WOW) 2013-08-15 01:03 (UTC)

[TWITCH. She grabs a pointy tip of his ear and pulls up on it.]

Ehh, what's that? START BY WRAPPING OVER YOUR MOUTH?

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Ow, ow, hey-

[He bends under her fingers, attempting to minimize the cruel and unusual ear pain.]

Stop that!!

Fortunately, you're being tended to by a beautiful and caring angel of mercy. [The beautiful and caring angel of mercy tugs for emphasis on choice words.]

So when you wake me up tomorrow, I will begin to prove it to you.

[He opts for swatting at her, because something something self-defense of the injured.

Fat chance he actually is going to wake her up tomorrow, because the moment she sees unhealed burns, she's going to crack the seal on that watch.]

That's funny, I don't see any angels here!