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"Now, now, don't worry about me too much, or I'll blush," said Hero, finally coming back into stride with his usual self.

However, he complied, and, well, took off his clothing. Only the very top though, and even then, it seemed he wasn't bare. Where skin should have been, a tight layer of thin, white, tapering bandaging was strapped all around him from his waist to his elbows. However, many spots in the bandaging that should have been white were now blotted with red and slightly dented in some places.

"Dear me, I'm quite the mess."

He excused himself for a moment, replaced his bandages, applying a few new gauzes to his forehead ( which, coincidentally, was bandaged as well, but only barely ) in a matter of seconds. Scratching his head meekly, he hurriedly spoke,

"Well, my abilities are useful, but they aren't healthy when used excessively. I'm a regular mummy, hm?"

He retrieved his shirt and sweater, brushed off some dust, then wore them once more. His cloak, however, was dispensed into a laundry basket. He now looked much less covered without it, but had no safe place to stash his crowbar. Using some of his leftover bandages, he wove something like a scabbard around it instead and hung it around his jeans. Since they were already red, it was hard to tell wether blood got on them.

"Okay! I'm rea- ack." When Hero tried stretching, the sound of something cracking echoed throughout the room. He froze, an optomistic smile still etched across his face. A few seconds later, his face could no longer be seen, and he was shivering slightly on the wooden floor, cluthing his left arm.

"Um, I've made some miscalculations. There are some painkillers in my handbag, if you could be so kind as to retreive them for me." said he, with an air of one commenting on the weather.

(( Writing this, listening to Yandere drama CDs.. D8 ))

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"Oh."

The word alone echoed many emotions. Quant surprise. A bit of shock. An ounce of awe. Hero was covered in bandages underneath his shirt. They were red, drenched in blood in some places. Helena didn't even realize it. She turned to the dog politely, laughed softly at his comments, and tried to give him a bit of privacy. At some point, Hero excused himself somewhere else. A bit relieved, Helena peered up from the dog and realized that he must have been changing his bandages. She wondered what those might be for... Was it for situations like the one he experienced? Or was it for some other reason...?

"Well, my abilities are useful, but they aren't healthy when used excessively. I'm a regular mummy, hm?" Hero remarked politely as if this was a normal, everyday conversation. Helena smiled at the comparison. He wasn't too far off. Soon after, he changed back into most of his clothes and realized something she couldn't lock onto. The boy gathered up some extra bandages and wove what appeared to be a scabbard around his crowbar-- his weapon? This was placed around his red jeans. Helena watched him silently, wondering what he'd do next. She'd never been so interested in the activities of others before. More than ever, she was curious... Curious about the blue-haired boy before her.

And before the girl knew what happened, Hero was sprawled across the floor. For a moment, she had no idea what to do? Was he dead? Helena, you've got to be kidding. He's not dead... No, he wasn't. He was still breathing. He even spoke as if this was an event that happened everyday. "Um, I've made some miscalculations. There are some painkillers in my handbag, if you could be so kind as to retreive them for me..."

"Y-Yeah!" Helena answered awkwardly. She couldn't imagine what kind of pain he must have been in... But she had to act fast. Breaking her silent promise to herself, Helena quickly moved toward the door where Hero had set his bag down. She felt weird digging through his belongings--her mother always told her not to do that--but she quickly produced painkillers out of the said bag. A thought crossed her mind: did he want water, too? Helena went as far as to assume that he did not, and if he did, he would have mentioned so... The tsundere swiftly came to his side, her rust-like eyes revealing some sort of familiar pain, something she knew well... Her expression, though clear of any such pain, was wracked with anxiety...