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ᴇʀᴇɴ ʏᴇᴀɢᴇʀ ([personal profile] rancour) wrote2016-04-12 10:47 am
neighsays: (Connemara Pony)

that gif tho

[personal profile] neighsays 2016-04-13 11:39 am (UTC)(link)
[There's a biting retort on the tip of Jean's tongue when he espies Eren going for the bucket. It dies in an instant the moment Eren gets down on his knees in front of him.]

H-Hey...

[Whatever strange or inappropriate thoughts Jean, or anyone passing by, may have had goes out the window in favor of a snarl and a grimace when his arm's gripped again. It doesn't hurt, but...]

Fine. Just hurry up then, okay? And try to be careful. I'm going to need it for future use.
neighsays: (Norman Cob)

[personal profile] neighsays 2016-04-13 12:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Nngh!

[Before Jean can counter with some jab towards what Eren uses his hands for, he gets a pretty rough demonstration of just what the other boy can do if given a knife and a semi-clear objective and not much else.

Why oh why he didn't just go to a medic, Jean will never know. He regrets it, though.]


Eren--! What the fuck !

[Thrashing about is out of the question now that Eren is holding his arm captive with a knife and a death grip. Maybe that was the idea all along.]
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[personal profile] neighsays 2016-04-13 09:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[The arrow tip pops out, and following it is a small stream of blood that, upon first seeing it, Jean nearly faints. It's only the sheer anger he has towards Eren that keeps him awake and clutching at his arm, his hold weakening.]

I swear to fucking god, Eren, if there's permanent damage...!

[It hurts but it's a bearable sort of pain, that's hot and numbing -- not as bad as it looks, true, but Jean's the type to use any excuse to go off on Eren.

He scoops up the bundled shirt and holds the cleanest, driest corner of it against the wound to sop up the blood.]
neighsays: (Rigel)

[personal profile] neighsays 2016-04-14 12:02 am (UTC)(link)
[A scar is the last thing Jean needs -- and if Eren's suture skills are anything like his wound clearing skills, then a nasty scar is probably the best he could hope for. Even so, he knows that insulting him and calling him every colorful name under the sun won't help. And he's gotta admit: Eren didn't have to come out and help him, but he did it anyway, and he should at least be thankful for that.

So Jean calms down -- or calms down as much as a guy with this type of injury can -- and grumbles under his breath as he applies more pressure with the bundled shirt.]


Just...forget it. I'll figure something out...

[He nods toward the bottle of stolen whiskey. The ache throbbing in his arm is starting to reach barely tolerable levels and doesn't look like it'll slow down at this point.]

Hand me that.
neighsays: (Hackney)

[personal profile] neighsays 2016-04-14 02:05 am (UTC)(link)
I'm starting to regret this plan...

[Jean works the cap off the bottle with his thumb but doesn't get beyond that when he's on the receiving end of some -- yep -- wild accusations from Eren.]

It doesn't matter where I got it from, okay?!

[The less you know, the better, Eren. That's just Jean's way of keeping you of any potential trouble.]

This is gonna disinfect and help me out here, because clearly you're incapable of it.
neighsays: (Irish Draught Horse)

[personal profile] neighsays 2016-04-14 11:29 am (UTC)(link)
You can...

[On the one hand, he's pissed off enough to almost believe that Eren can leave him be because he does have everything under control (or at least he thinks he does); on the other, well, there's a sense of dread bubbling up within him that he can't quite figure out. Nor does he want to, really. Because then that'll mean he'll have to admit to himself that he wants Eren to stick around and help. Ugh.

Jean takes the cloth off his arm. The good news is, it's not gushing blood, thanks to all of the pressure he had on it. The bad news is, it's still an open wound.

He heard some older folk joking about pouring alcohol onto wounds. But that seems kind of ridiculous. He looks to seriously consider it, though...]


...

[Eren didn't see that though, right? Good.

Jean returns the slight glare.]


I mean, unless you have something to close this up with?
neighsays: (Mountain Pleasure Horse)

[personal profile] neighsays 2016-04-14 11:48 am (UTC)(link)
[Drunks are definitely everywhere. Even in their army. Ahem.]

Wrapped with what?

[The shirt isn't soaked through so they might be able to use that, but...

Jean wrinkles his nose, not too keen on the idea of using it. But he does perk up at the idea of stealing some ointment. Hell, he's almost smiling now. They could steal a suture kit and bandages and other stuff!]


Ointment? From where? Who?

[If he's sitting up and sliding to the edge of the crate, then...]
neighsays: (Mister Ed)

[personal profile] neighsays 2016-04-16 05:05 am (UTC)(link)
Maybe you oughtta think of what you're going to do first before you start...

[Stripping. Ugh.

Jean forces himself to recoil and look disgusted toward Eren as the other boy removes and offers up his shirt. And it happens to be the one Eren wears all the damn time. Grumbling, Jean takes the shirt and drapes it over his wound, silently hoping he won't start thinking about this scene, or how selfless Eren is being by offering up the shirt he wears day in and out...]


You're not going out to steal anything, are you?

[Not like Jean's one to talk. He got into this mess by fiddling around with stuff that doesn't belong to him in the first place. But still.]
neighsays: (Pantaneiro)

[personal profile] neighsays 2016-04-25 08:34 am (UTC)(link)
[OOC; No worries! I'm up for continuing if you are.]

Just...

[He's already light-headed and there's a dull ache forming behind his eyelids. Nice additions to the nasty pain burning within his arm. Jean's had too much for one night; no sense in arguing, especially since Eren doesn't have to do any of this

Jean sighs, looks down at the shirt he's got pressed snug against the gash.]


If you're caught, just say it was me that told you to do it.

[Even though he didn't -- and he doesn't even want him to -- he does bear the responsibility here. Jean can be sarcastic and cynical and a bit of an ass. But he's not that much of an asshole.]
neighsays: (Default)

[personal profile] neighsays 2016-04-25 08:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[OOC; I do but I don't really use it that often. It's mostly to keep up with a couple of people. It's mahhaken if you're interested.]

[Hell, Jean himself isn't used to his Softer Side, so he can at least understand the awkward atmosphere. What he doesn't understand is why Eren is being so...

...well, nice isn't the apt term here. Jean's idea of someone being nice is along the lines of Krista, or maybe even Armin. Eren obviously doesn't fit that kind of image. But he's not as hostile as he normally is, and now Jean is just so confused.

He sighs, grumbles a little under his breath.]


Whatever, do what you want.

[He sighs a bit, and shifts around uncomfortably in his seat, making every effort to not look in Eren's general direction.]

...I'll be fine.

[Mostly.]
neighsays: (Rigel)

[personal profile] neighsays 2016-04-26 08:02 am (UTC)(link)
[Yah. :) I haven't seen her around or spoken to her in a long time, though.]

[Frenemy might be the best description but even then that's kind of...well, Jean isn't sure what it is. All he knows is that it makes him feel a little weird to think about it.

He sighs, reminds himself what's really going on here, then rolls his eyes. Eye contact's a lot easier this way.]


I'll wait here with bated breath...

[Not exactly the truth, but...]