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Video; oo3 [3am]

Um.

[The video feed kicks on at some ungodly hour during the night and finds Isaac- or, more accurately, the faint outline of Isaac. The world around him is dark, but for what it's worth, he seems to be outside. In the snow.

The first thing you'd probably notice is that he isn't dressed for it at all. Isaac is actually pretty much wearing a t-shirt, fabric pajama pants, and has no shoes or socks to speak of. He's drenched, shivering something awful, and seems to be rather in the middle of nowhere.]

I could use a little help. [His teeth chatter as he speaks. Not fun.] Is anyone awake? I just kind of... woke up here a few minutes ago. So, uh- a jacket or a way home would be nice.

[[ooc: Isaac's weapon is sort of in the process of leveling up and as a result, he's sleepwalkin'. Anyone is welcome to find him! c:]]

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Yeah. And trust me, I'll be keeping a better eye on your middle-of-the-night wandering from now on.

[he's just going to keep holding isaac up until this whole deal is done, because the pain and adrenaline cocktail might leave him shaky and because, let's be real, it makes him feel like he's doing something besides standing there and watching his friend suffer.]

[Isaac nods weakly as he puts on his other sock, inhaling a deep breath as that foot slides into the boot that's set out for him.

Again, his fingers tighten over Peter's shoulder and again, Isaac curses loudly, practically doubled over in the pain as the frostbite quickly heals itself. He doesn't even want to think of what this would be like without a healing factor.]

...good. If you let me go again, I'm gonna hit you.

[peter's pretty sure he's bleeding, but the sting of it is distant compared to the twist of isaac's distress in his belly and the obvious agony he's watching unfold. he staggers a bit, letting isaac pull him down when he doubles over, and doesn't let go of him even after the worst of the pain has obviously passed and isaac relaxes a bit again.]

If you get out again, I'll let you hit me.

[Isaac nods once, taking a deep breath in through his nose and slowly extricating his claws from Peter's jacket. He can feel the give of skin when he pulls back, but assumes that he only tore through the thick fabric of his jacket and maybe his shirt. Either way, he feels sort of bad, once he's all back to normal.]

Yeah. Sorry about your jacket.

Edited 2014-01-21 13:47 (UTC)

Our jacket, and it's cool. If I can't figure out how to patch it one of the ladies downstairs can probably be sweet-talked into telling me what a moron I am while doing it for me.

[once isaac pulls his claws free peter's positive he's bleeding, but it hardly matters. he takes off his hat and pulls it down onto isaac's head, then takes the gloves and hat from the bag for himself.]

Up for the walk?

[Isaac shakes his head a little when the hat is jammed down onto it, getting it comfortable before he nods at the question. After a moment though, he lifts the gloved hand that was wrapped around Peter's arm, frowning at the sight of the holes now poked through the fingers where his claws had torn through.]

...sorry about that too.

Isaac, it's fine. It's cloth, it can all be patched. Seriously. The gloves I can do myself easy.

[it's peter's turn to take isaac's arm now, catching him by the elbow and tugging gently to get him moving. he doesn't let go once they're moving, but he's not exactly holding on, either, so it'd be very easy for isaac to take his arm back.]

[He stumbles a little after him, boots kicking in the snow. Right, moving. They've got a lot of ground to cover if they want to make it back home in decent time.]

Do you think this could happen again?

I'd say that there are few things I'd put money on being entirely outside the realm of possibility.

No fuckin' idea whether it will. But I knew you got out of bed, so next time that happens I'll just make sure you're taking a piss and not a stroll.

Comforting.

[Isaac rolls his eyes a little, but he's secretly a little pleased by it.]

I'm sure waking up out of a dead sleep and running a mile in the snow probably wasn't high on your list of things to do.

Nope, pretty far toward the bottom. Definitely in my favor to stop any repeat performances before they start.

[he gives isaac a crooked grin.]

I'm sure you'll make it up to me somehow.

[He sort of wearily smiles at him in return.]

I'll figure something out.

I'll settle for the rest of the night's sleep.

By the time we get there, it'll be morning.

[Frowning.]

What about the rest of the day of sleep?

I can live with that.

Good.

[But then he doesn't say anything else, forcing the gloved hands back into his pockets and just trying to keep himself awake for the duration of the walk home.]

[peter's pretty good with silence. he's tired and cold and his arm hurts and now that isaac's safe what just happened is really sinking in, so the quiet isn't unwelcome.

the sun is just peeking over the horizon by the time they get back to the apartment, and peter wastes no time in getting all of his outdoor clothes off. he saves his jacket for last, though, wincing a little as he slides his arm free.

it's not very light in the apartment with the curtains closed, but isaac is probably familiar enough with the smell of dried blood. peter doesn't say anything about it, though, just heads for the kitchen, carefully removing his shirt as he starts running the tap for warm water.]

[Isaac rubs his eyes when they finally get through the door, his legs a little sore from all of the walking. Nevertheless, he pulls his hat off and sets it on the counter, and is in the process of getting his gloves off when he can smell the blood.

Quickly, he whirls around, his brow furrowed a little at the sight of Peter with blood caked along his shoulder, but after a few moments, it starts to sink in. Isaac lifts a hand in the light and examines his fingers, finding a few smears here and there, and without another pause, he moves to approach Peter, pressing the flat of his hand over the other werewolf's shoulder, positioning him so he can see it better.]

You should have said something. Jesus, Peter- did I do that?

[peter lets isaac maneuver him around. once he's got his shirt off the four little punctures from isaac's nails start bleeding sluggishly again, but mostly it's just a mess of old blood.]

Said what, ow? I didn't really notice till after, anyway.

I could have hurt you.

[He frowns, concerned.]

I did hurt you. It's not deep, is it?

Don't know, this is the first I'm seeing it too. You tell me.

[Isaac frowns and tries to get a good look at it, before reaching for one of their washcloths and running it under warm water to wipe the dried blood away.]

Can't see in this light. Go sit down and I'll grab a bandage.

[peter goes to the window instead, opening the curtain and wincing in the sudden light and then again as he lifts and twists his arm to look at the nailmarks. he can't really tell how deep they are, but since they can't be any deeper than the length of isaac's claws he's not particularly worried about it.]

Looks pretty clean to me.

[Isaac sighs and gets their first aid kit, moving over to where Peter is turning and trying to get a good look at it.]

Well, my nails aren't dirty. Hold still.

[peter stands still as ordered. his shoulder is a bit tense because his arm hurts, but he lets isaac do whatever he wants to his arm without any particular protest or whining, other than possibly hissing a bit at disinfectant. they're both too tired for him to be theatrical, and he doesn't even watch, just trusts that isaac's going to do a good job.]

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