1x1 Roleplay Fraus and Tigermeow

[Fraus]

Gisselle simply wrapped her arms around Connor's neck as she didn't want to talk to anyone. She had just been an object to throw under the bus. She gave more soft cries as she put her hand to her scratch, covering her eye as she did. What ever beauty she had before had certainly gone now with the big distracting cut

[Tigme]

"Le-let's get you back," Connor stuttered, unable to contain his tears. He hated seeing Gisselle in pain, and stood up. Where would they go? Should they just go home? What about her injury? Should they go to the doctor? He began taking her away from here, unsure where they should go now.

[Fraus]

"It's just a scratch, it just needs to be cleaned..." She mumbled quietly, closing her eye and putting her hand on her scratch. It was deep but it hadn't damaged her eye in anyway. She held out Connor, thinking that he'd caused it yet she didn't blame him. If it was Lauren, she would have done the same

[Tigme]

Connor felt terrible for having caused the scratch. He didn't mean to, but he still felt as though if he had tried harder, things wouldn't be as bad. And now, they were just back at square one except this time, Gisselle ended up getting hurt. He opened the door, and swiftly closed it behind them. They didn't yet have a couch or anything that he could place her on, so instead he went over to the dining table to try and get her a seat.

[Fraus]

Gisselle held her hand over her eye as she didn't want it being stared at. She sat in the seat, fidgeting to get comfortable before looking at the floor. "My legs work you know, I dont need carrying..." She mumbled though it was quiet. Connor felt terrible and she knew it which was why it was so quiet. Gisselle never looked up, just having a hand to her face

[Tigme]

Once Gisselle was comfortable, Connor grabbed a rag, and got it damp with some of the water they had kept from a while ago. Although it was getting low, he didn't worry about that now. With the damp rag, he made his way back over to Gisselle, "I don't want you to get hurt," He said, gently placing his hand on the arm she used to cover her face. If he couldn't see the injury, there was no way he could clean it.

[Fraus]

Gisselle dropped her hand with a slight wince. The scratch stung but she trusted Connor to be careful, quickly shutting her eye again so he could clean all of it without a problem. She was no where near comfortable with the long mark down her face but guessed she would have to learn to live with it and try not being bothered by words

[Tigme]

Connor tried not to flinch as he saw the deep mark on Gisselle's face. He blinked, and soon shook away the thoughts; now was not the time to worry about anything else. He began to gently wash the injury, as it had begun to bleed. He felt somewhat sick at the sight of blood, but knew there was so much of it just because head injuries bled a lot. After a short moment, he moved away, and sat down at another seat, knowing the cut was as clean as he could make it for now.

[Fraus]

Gisselle winced through the entire time of it being cleaned as it hurt with the extra pain of it being over her eyes. Almost instantly, she placed her hand over the long scratch as he moved away. She was glad it was clean but still hated the sight of such a thing. She doubted it would heal without leaving some kind of a mark

[Tigme]

Connor grimaced as Gisselle moved her hand back over the cut again. He let out a soft sigh, "You-you kn-know, it-it's barely noticeable." He lied, hoping to make her feel better. He didn't want to see her fear her own injury when it'd heal fine, "Plu-plus, it-it might be best to le-let it get so-some air."