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KARLACHHHHH

one day ill have images prepared

[well, he's definitely fine with a piece of furniture being obliterated against the tree, but the impact of skin hitting bark instead? he immediately approaches, his tense expression from earlier turning concerned,]

Karlach, hey. Lemme see.

[LET HIM SEE YOUR HAND!!!!]

[her hands are already a horror show!!! crab pinched and fingers fucked up, but. she didn't horribly damage it worse, but it hurt like a son of a bitch.

he can look. she's trying to calm herself down, eyes closed, expression pained. her engine is loud, chugging and hissing.]

[crab pinched, fingers fcked up, missing fingers, KARLACH!!!! he holds her hands very gently, avoiding the worst of the scrapes,]

...I know what it's like when you wanna keep punching.

[he has been there too many times to count, which is very ironic,]

But save some of that energy for tomorrow, yeah? We need you.

[it is week one and she has HAD A TIME WITH HER HANDS but - him holding them makes her fire die down a bit further.]

Oh, don't you fucking worry. I'm full of it. [she says, and it's - bitter, which isn't really like her. but.] If I find out someone murdered Karma for some shit item, there's going to be the fucking Hells to pay.

[at that, his lips press downwards, like he doesn't want to admit it, but]

...Ichi and Pickles -- I could see 'em being taken down by someone influenced. But Karma's the only one I can think of who could be killed for either reason.