[Closed] hit the showers!

[cazamitad]

Who: Araña and Nomad, and later Tommy
Where: The Trailblazers dorms
When: Backdated to just after all the rescuing. Like, literally just after. Same day.
What: Aña was promised showers. She is also a) a vigilante and b) not sure if she can safely get her new arm wet. And then Nomad walked in. And after showering? Sneaking her roommate in for his own shower bliss. Only fair, right? ...Right?
Warnings: Awkward teenagers and body horror trauma?

So everyone's alive, at least, and more or less in one piece as far as Araña can tell. She's texted Tommy back to let him know she's alive and will be home soon, and she's wondering if she wants to stick around to see if the Trailblazers order pizza or something because she is famished.

But first, that shower Jon promised her. And she's hit a bit of a snag.

"Podría dejar de funcionar," she mutters to herself, still in her grimy, blood-stained clothes and looking from her new metal arm to the shower and back. "Podría oxidarse. O me electrocute."

She did not think of this and now she is staring at a shower that she is kind of scared to step into and everything is awful oh god somebody do something.

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[cazamitad]

Aña pretty much ignores their little argument to gently feel Tommy's nose and then, rather abruptly, tug the cartilage back into place.

Sorry, Tommy. It'll feel better once it's back in place, though, so there's that, right?

"He was worried about me and threatening the people who did this," Aña clarifies on Tommy's behalf, waggling the metal hand's fingers. "Veloz, this is Nomad. Nomad, mi Veloz. I assume you two have already met." She turns to Rikki. "He's my roommate. And basically my best friend. So please don't punch him again, thanks."

[crotcharrow]

He yelps when she yanks his nose, and sinks back onto the floor, holding his face and muttering something under his breath with the pain. God, he was going to get black eyes wasn't he? Goddamnit.

It takes him a few seconds to recover, sitting back up, his shoulder brushing against Aña's good one, scowling a little at Rikki.

"Oh, we go way back. I met her when she was still Bucky," he snorted, wiping his hand across his face with his sleeve to try and get rid of the blood. "She basically arrested me," he finishes, carefully touching the bridge of his nose and wincing.

"I don't need to go to any CONDOR infirmary, okay? Chica, can we go? This place is giving me the creeps."

[withoutaworld]

"It's not a CONDOR--"

She gives up protesting halfway through, throwing up her hands in frustration - and then quickly remembering to grab her towel before it loosens and slides down again.

"Fine. Whatever. I just thought you might want painkillers or something to stop you bleeding everywhere, but sure, go ahead. I am sorry."

The unspoken "jerk" in that sentence somewhat undermines the apology, maybe.

[cazamitad]

Aña lowers her voice and leans in to murmur in Tommy's ear. "At least stay here and let me grab some things?" she asks. "Given everything, I think we could use some supplies. Por favor, don't start a fight, and I'll grab some stuff and then we'll go home, sí?"

They could use some antibiotics. Some gauze, some splints, whatever you use to stabilize a broken nose. Basic first aid items. She can get at least a few of these things, and she would really like to, in the event that one of them gets hurt. Again.

[crotcharrow]

He looks up at Aña, frowning at her suggestion. He hates how good the idea is, especially since the last time one of them got hurt they had to go and steal a bunch of supplies. And really, he was trying to cut back on the criminal activities. He groans at Aña, gives a brief nod and then eyes Rikki, pointedly wiping his hand on the floor again.

"I guess that's the least you can do. Since y'know. You ruined my face."

[withoutaworld]

"Your face is fine," she retorts with a little eyeroll. "Bloody, and you're gonna be black and blue for a week or two, but your face looks fine. Maybe don't break into people's homes and you won't get punched so much."

She glances to Araña, lips pressed together in annoyance. She is sorry. It's just hard to stay polite with someone as abrasive as Tommy.

"I'll show you where it is. Um. You might not want to leave him behind? Because if another Trailblazer comes down this hallway..."

Somehow she doubts he'll be able to charm his way out of getting decked again. He's got that kind of a face. And mouth. And everything.

[cazamitad]

"Your face was never fine," is Aña's retort. "He'll be fine here as long as he keeps an eye out," she adds to Nomad. "No offense but I am way too tired for bickering."

Bloody broken nose or not, though, she gives Tommy a one-armed hug and a hopefully-discrete peck on the cheek to hopefully reassure him she's kidding.

She kinda likes his dumb face.

And also Nomad's face.

And she has a metal arm, which is unrelated but adds to the amount of complicated in her life.

"Right. First aid stuff?"

[crotcharrow]

He mutters something under his breath, and shoots Nomad a look when she speaks--god everything about her just gets a rise out of him--and then huffs loudly when Aña does too.

"My face is so fine, chica, you don't even know," he starts, before promptly stoping at the hug and kiss. He rolls his eyes rather dramatically, and wipes his nose on his sleeve.

"Don't be too long, yeah? I'll die of boredom."