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SAINTS (1x1 w/DarkMukip)

The hole in Motochika's arm was still oozing blood, Megohime leaving a small inch-deep hole. "You need to be more careful.." She scolded, getting the disinfectant and washing out the wound. "But thank you.."
 
“Sorry.. it’s deep.” She apologized, drying the wound carefully. “It’s probably going to need stitches..” She said with a frown. “Think you can handle that?”
 
She smiled a bit at the compliment, getting out the necessary supplies she would need to suture his wounds. “Show me the other ones too, I’ll see if they need stitches as well.”
 
Nana disinfected the other wounds, making sure they were clean before she started to suture them closed. Starting with his shoulder, she moved closer to him, trying not to think about how little clothes he had on, or what his blood smelled like that close.
 
Nana paused, face flushed as she looked up at to meet Motochika’s eyes. “Where did that come from?” She asked, flustered from the sudden show of affection, but not opposed to it. It made her heart race, and she quickly focused back on closing his wounds. “Did you hit your head too?” She joked, finishing up the sutures on his shoulder and moving to sew up his side.
 
He grinned a bit, "I might have, yeah...but I just wanted to say it." He said. He winced a bit when she hit a nerve in his shoulder and he stomped his foot hard, "Fuck, that hurts."
 
“Sorry, sorry..” She apologized, trimming the thread and kneeling down to start his side. She focused on keeping her hands steady as she stitched the hole on his side, the smell of his blood giving her a bit of a buzz.
 
She glanced up at him and smiled, shaking her head. “No, I understand how stitches feel, I really don’t blame you.” Nana said, admittedly grateful for the practice.
 
“Maybe we should get you drunk for this, I hear humans like that.” She chuckled, finishing off the second wound and shifting to kneel in front of him so she could reach the last one. “Who knows, maybe I’ll even drink with you~”
 
“It usually does..” She finished the last suture and tied it off, turning the extra thread and looking up to Motochika. “Alright, how about a drink then?”
 
Nana felt her heart skip a beat, getting up and washing her hands before getting the alcohol Motochika had. Setting out two glasses, she unscrewed the top, giving the bottle a sniff. “And this is edible..?” She wrinkled her nose at the smell, nose burning.
 
She poured each of them a glass, handing Motochika his before inspecting her own. “Alright.. cheers.” She said, raising her glass toward him, steeling her nerves for the taste.
 
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