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[ElementalInsanity]

Mark had almost let himself slip back into that sweet dark nothingness when he heard Wren's weight shifting around back towards his room. Forcing himself to be alert once again, Mark opened his eyes. He smirked slightly and couldn't help but give a small laugh. "I was just thinking that. No. I'll do it myself. For all I know, you suck at doing things such as this, and could mess it all up. No offense. Just keeping it real." Mark said. Normally Wren's tone would have instantly hit Mark and made him suspicious, but pain and the thought of the task ahead kept him from noticing. He sucked in a sharp hiss of breath as he began untying the knot Michael had done. He slowly removed the bandages, praying and willing this cut not to start bleeding again. Letting out a breath he hadn't known he had been holding, he gave a sigh of relief. "Hm. Could you get a washcloth and wet it with hot water?" Mark asked the boy, doing his best not to sound tired, exposed, or in pain.

[Noel]

"I'm fairly good at that sort of thing, but I'd rather stay a few feet away from you anyways." Wren shrugged, watching the older boy remove the bandages and wincing; it wasn't exactly a pleasant sight. Knowing it could re-open with ease justified the Mark's pained tone to him. Nodding at the request, he vanished out of the room for another minute, glancing around the place from what the boy needed, finding a washcloth after a moment or two. Burning both it and his fingers under tap-water, he returned soon enough, holding it out.
"Have fun stitching that up." His tone was flat and cheery again, looking at the gash with a bit of respect; he was one of those people who would have been screaming swears at the pain it was surely giving the older boy.

[ElementalInsanity]

"Smart idea." Mark informed him with a snort. Taking a short moment to recover he grabbed the washcloth gratefully. "Thanks. Your quite useful. No chance you'd want to be a slave?" Mark joked lightly, wincing as he ran the washcloth very gently around the gash, wiping the surrounding area clean. He was very much wishing he had either done this earlier, or could be having someone else do right now. But he would never trust anyone else. Perhaps Michael. But he was gone and over with. "Oh it's always fun stitching these up." He replied tartly through clenched teeth. This boy's tone was reminding him of someone, but Mark hadn't any time to worry about things like that right now. He grabbed the needle and thread, but everything was going fuzzy once again, along with the edge of his vision going black. "Damn idiot." He muttered about Fruit. And about himself.

[Noel]

"No thanks. I'll probably just go and leave in a minute or two." Wren was still too oblivious to bother to keep his tone away from its cheeriness, laughing at the boy's suggestion. No, it was not something he was interested in. Sitting down on the bed as well, though the far end, a foot or two away from Mark. The wound was unpleasant, and he recognized it to be from a knife. That confirmed his suspicion that the boy had run into Skye for one reason or another, which clearly hadn't ended well.
"You sure you can manage it?" He asked skeptically, Mark looking more like he was bout to pass out than attempt to stitch up the gash on his side. Wren was almost tempted to take the tools from the boy and do it himself, if just to annoy him.

[ElementalInsanity]

Mark snapped his eyes over to glare at Wren, who he saw had sat on his bed. It was a good thing the boy was on the other end of the bed because otherwise Mark would have knifed him. Or at least attempted to. In this position he wasn't sure if he could do much of anything. "Yes. I can get it myself. Now, slave. No chance you could try and find Ace bandages?" Mark would have told him where he could find some in the room, but wasn't going to exert any more energy that he didn't have. Taking a deep breath Mark gritted his teeth and began work on doing a fair job of stitching. It wasn't exactly a beautiful masterpiece, but it was tight and neat and would work nicely.

[grapejuice]

(( Rawr. ))

Phoenix
He wrapped his arms tighter around the boy, and moved forward so their foreheads touched slightly. His fingers trailed lightly along his side, pushing up the fabric of his shirt so he stroked Ash's warm stomach. Then he smirked, and kissed the boy's nose, the cold steel of his piercings touching Ash's skin. Phoenix then focused his gaze on the boy's face, studying him as he spoke. He was gorgeous to say the least, everything about him more than perfect. " It will, or we can distract ourselves be doing something that makes you.. not feel like sh*t. " And he blushed, chuckling a bit at the endless possibilities of what that could have meant. " I'm probably always going to worry about you, whether it's you getting hurt, or you leaving me. "

[ElementalInsanity]

Ash felt an odd, lovely tingle run throughout his whole body as he felt Nix's soft hand touching his stomach. A content, seductive groan escaped him. Controlling himself from 'attacking' Phoenix, Ash instead focused on what the other boy had just said. Which didn't help. He watched as Nix face turned a shade of red, and felt his own face grow hot. Adding to that, the odd feeling that had run through his body heightened and Ash felt a bunch of butterflies in his stomach. He raised his hand and stroked Phoenix's cheek with his finger, before freezing. "Leaving? No. I made a deal that I would stick with you, Phoenix. And I will. Because I've grown slightly attached to you." The slightly wasn't true. He had grown very attached to Nix, even in just this little time. "Now. What might we possibly distract ourselves with that would stop me from feeling like this?" Ash inquired, a teasing quality to his voice as he ran his hand through the other Lithius' hair.

[Noel]

Wren clearly saw that Mark would have knifed him if he had sat so much as an inch closer. It also made him smirk; it was nice to know he was helping someone with common sense. Rising, he cast a quick glace around for the bandaging, eventually finding it where Michael had discarded it. Picking them up, he looked at it in his hand, before tossing them at Mark's head.
"Next time you call me slave, whatever I throw at your head will be a lot sharper, and a lot more painful." Sitting back down again, he watched the older boy stitches, a bit unsettled by the image. A bit ross, yes, but effective.
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[ElementalInsanity]

Mark couldn't help but choke out a pained laugh as he felt the bandages hit his head. "Your an amusing person. I'll keep that in mind. However, no promises." Of course Mark wouldn't risk anything like that at the moment, but in the future, if he ever happened to meet this boy again it could provide some entertainment. "Now If I can't call you slave, then what should I call you?" Mark asked. Mark really couldn't care either way about the other boy's name, but at the moment he wasn't wanting anything sharp thwon in his direction. It could also be useful to find out his name. For whatever reason, he was unsure, but it could be. "Your remind me of someone. But I can't quite get who. No chance you have a brother or sister?" Mark pressed the gauze lightly to his gash before attempting to wrap the bandages tightly around it. "No chance you'll knot this for me?" He asked, with much restraint he stopped himself from calling Wren, slave again.

[grapejuice]

Phoenix
He bit his lower lip softly, the seductive groan slightly... exciting him. The boy shifted a bit beneath him, his blush deepening. His stomach was twisted in slight knots, or at least, it felt like it was. Nix's eyes closed as Ash began stroking his cheek, and the fluttered open when he felt the boy tense up. His pale lips pursed into a small smile, and he slipped his hand further up Ash's shirt as he began to speak. " You don't know how happy I am to hear that. " Phoenix smirked, bringing his face to Ash's once again. " Oh, there's a lot that we could distract ourselves with. Some very fun, some fun, but highly inappropriate.. " And he stuck out his tongue, chuckling as his other hand moved its way up the boy's shirt.