(WormyxWere) 1x1 RP

[Wormgod]

Marceline frowned again and looked at Yamir's wound, "You should cover this up....Like an eyepatch?" She mumbled to herself, thinking outloud.

[miraphoenix]

"Yeah, that's what I was thinking..." Yamir replied, finally managing to get his voice to stop breaking from the pain, forcing the feeling from his mind. "No idea what I'm going to make it out of, though. Especially the piece that would hold the patch onto my face. I mean, I think all the fabric I took from R'lyeh has been used..."

[Wormgod]

Marceline shrugged, "Oh well. I can get something. I'm sure Artyom will lend some of his bed, right...?" She asked and slowly looked over at the fish-man with a glare that appeared to come straight from the source of all evil. Art paled and nodded.

[miraphoenix]

Noticing the glare that Marceline sent at Artyom, Yamir made a mental note to do something nice for the poor fish-man later; the Russian had put up with a lot that day. "Thank you, Marceline. This shouldn't take long. Um, is it safe to come out of this room, or are Ruber and Moira...?"

[Wormgod]

Marceline shut her eyes and concentrated. Yamir's soundproof took most of the sound away, but some waves managed to find their way through the walls. She could hear absolutely nothing.

"It's safe. I think they are sleeping." She said and opened her eyes.

[miraphoenix]

"About freaking time..." Yamir sighed, rolling his eye and flicking his long hair back. "Then I'd like to get back out into the open air, if only for a little bit. The acoustics of this cave aren't the best, and it's hard to see in here, to boot. Although that last one might just be because I only have one eye!" Now that the threat of trauma was gone, he was back to his usual joking self, a lopsided grin on his face, blood still oozing from his empty socket.

[Wormgod]

Marceline chuckled and stood in the air, floating away from Yamir to give him room, "Sure, but it's raining outside. Again." She said. She hated rain ,even though the clouds allowed her to go outside in the day.

[miraphoenix]

"Whatever! It'll be like showering in my clothes, then!" Yamir grinned, twirling his flute before placing it back where he usually carried it. "See you both soonish. Don't kill anyone while I'm gone, please!"

[Wormgod]

Marceline laughed and waved to Yamir. Artyom waved too, just for the heck of it.

[miraphoenix]

((Posting for when he gets back inside.))

--About twenty minutes later--

Walking back into the room, Yamir was soaking wet; it had been a downpour out there, not a small rain. Not that he cared, anyway. He had gotten to fly in the high winds, and he did enjoy the occasional flight. A new eyepatch covered his right eyesocket, the strap holding it on hidden neatly by his long hair. "So, how do I look?" he asked with a grin, left eye sparkling happily. "How was everything while I was gone?"