[ she looks over the tube with some awe, taking it and looking it over carefully. something like this would be a nearly impossible trade. how many ration cards would someone have thrown away for just a little of this?
she tries to imagine having something like this at home, not just making do with scavenged pills and gritted teeth. maybe it's easily available here, but-- ]
[Fortunately it's just actual... pain relief from regular drugs, and not Shimmer (since we don't wanna find out what that stuff does to someone with zombie immunity! Maybe?). That'd open a whole other can of worms.]
Positive. It's great, and all, but the expiration date's kind of fading, already. It probably doesn't have that much time left, and I'd rather it go to you, anyway.
[She gently presses it into Ellie's hand.]
You're gonna need it way more for something like this.
[She looks over when Ellie hisses. Hearing that, she can't help thinking back to when her leg got pretty fucked up that one time... One of the rare times she was in some real physical pain... before...
Jinx pushes that train of thought back, in favor of shifting and gesturing at just how far the tattoo stretches.]
I designed it, and then got help from an amazing artist. [She gives Ellie a smile before setting a pillow on her own lap, and then covering it with a towel.] Still wound up taking days to finish, because... y'know. Other clients, and all. But... it was worth every second. Every bit of money. Every sting...
[The smile on her lips doesn't reach her eyes, and there's a bit of longing in place of the smile. She quickly moves on.]
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[ she looks over the tube with some awe, taking it and looking it over carefully. something like this would be a nearly impossible trade. how many ration cards would someone have thrown away for just a little of this?
she tries to imagine having something like this at home, not just making do with scavenged pills and gritted teeth. maybe it's easily available here, but-- ]
Are you sure? Stuff's gotta be like gold.
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[Fortunately it's just actual... pain relief from regular drugs, and not Shimmer (since we don't wanna find out what that stuff does to someone with zombie immunity! Maybe?). That'd open a whole other can of worms.]
Positive. It's great, and all, but the expiration date's kind of fading, already. It probably doesn't have that much time left, and I'd rather it go to you, anyway.
[She gently presses it into Ellie's hand.]
You're gonna need it way more for something like this.
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[ lest she show too much emotion, Ellie ducks her head down to work the bottle open. ]
Do I put it on first?
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Yeah, might as well. It should make the rest way easier, that way!
[Now Jinx works on spraying and wiping tools down with disinfectant. Things she wouldn't bother with if it was just involving herself.]
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Did you do your own tattoos?
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Jinx pushes that train of thought back, in favor of shifting and gesturing at just how far the tattoo stretches.]
I designed it, and then got help from an amazing artist. [She gives Ellie a smile before setting a pillow on her own lap, and then covering it with a towel.] Still wound up taking days to finish, because... y'know. Other clients, and all. But... it was worth every second. Every bit of money. Every sting...
[The smile on her lips doesn't reach her eyes, and there's a bit of longing in place of the smile. She quickly moves on.]
How're you feeling?