[ Ginger frowns and pokes a little at Pickles's - Sharky's? - face. The swelling isn't going to go down anytime soon. Not soon enough to not get questioned anyway, and Ginger isn't going to go down because of a simple question with a really stupid answer. He just isn't.
He doesn't have his own contracts, can't make a hangover cookie or heal small injuries in the way he used to, but he does have- Oh. Gross. Fiiiine.
Never let it be said that Ginger D'Abernon doesn't help people in need. Even if it's wholly for his own benefit. It's just a shame it comes at cost to him that he hates almost as much.
Convenient how there's plenty of sharp ceramic shards around, because Ginger picks one of the larger ones from the floor, and what precisely he does with it, well, that doesn't matter. What matters is the few drops of blood he smears over Pickles's cheek with his thumb, and the way the swelling and any pain there is drawn out and fades away almost instantly. In fact, all the injuries disappear as if they'd had weeks or months to heal, rather than mere moments. ]
There, darling, that's better. Don't do it again, or I'll make it worse instead.
[ And please, please pay no mind to the absolutely abysmal job he's doing of hiding the pain from his own newly injured arm. It will pass. Eventually. ]
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He doesn't have his own contracts, can't make a hangover cookie or heal small injuries in the way he used to, but he does have- Oh. Gross.
Fiiiine.
Never let it be said that Ginger D'Abernon doesn't help people in need. Even if it's wholly for his own benefit. It's just a shame it comes at cost to him that he hates almost as much.
Convenient how there's plenty of sharp ceramic shards around, because Ginger picks one of the larger ones from the floor, and what precisely he does with it, well, that doesn't matter. What matters is the few drops of blood he smears over Pickles's cheek with his thumb, and the way the swelling and any pain there is drawn out and fades away almost instantly. In fact, all the injuries disappear as if they'd had weeks or months to heal, rather than mere moments. ]
There, darling, that's better. Don't do it again, or I'll make it worse instead.
[ And please, please pay no mind to the absolutely abysmal job he's doing of hiding the pain from his own newly injured arm.
It will pass.
Eventually. ]