[ Being swung around by Ninety-Nine has always been great fun, so likewise, people might not expect how much Hella enjoys being scooped up and haphazardly lifted until she clutches on, much more like a scrappy little animal than how a person should be carried. Being hoisted up like this reminds her that she should see if she can get Ninety-Nine to play at throwing her later... the ceiling here must be pretty sturdy.
While it is a surprise to be deposited so gently on the bed, she doesn't mind, immediately wiggling this way and that to make sure she finds the most comfortable spot, not quite unlike a small rodent rearranging their burrow to ensure maximum security and coziness. Her movements only slow when her eyes fall upon the corruption seeping up Ninety-Nine's neck and arms, immediately able to diagnose and compare the severity to the thousands of other times she's seen Ninety-Nine like this. Of course she's concerned what the stress of this situation is doing to Ninety-Nine's corruption... all the more reason for her to try to tuck her in forcibly.
Her gunshot wound hasn't escaped her notice, either... but she also knows implicitly that Ninety-Nine will be okay. It wouldn't be like her to fuss and worry over her companion with teary eyes, not over something like this. The foremost thought in her mind is actually about how she should go about getting closer without causing her any pain, and she sits up half way to move one of Ninety-Nine's arms out of the way so she can tuck herself under it at her side. ]
Yeah, I don't feel so sore from all the walking anymore.
[ She hums, lazily throwing one arm across Ninety-Nine's midsection, careful to keep it far from the lingering soreness of her wound. ]
I was chugging beers with Suzuha, but I ought to try playing with Shoko. She's kind of a bad girl... [ Said mischievously and teasingly. ] Well, I guess Kotoha is too, hehe.
[ Everyone's avoiding talking about her, but with Ninety-Nine, Hella can bring her up with more ease. She's sure it's unsurprising to Ninety-Nine what her attitude towards Kotoha's infection is; until there's an indisputable turn for the worse, she's going to keep believing in her, of course, and believing that they'll play those drinking games together one day. Despite her stubbornly hopeful outlook, she can't help but quietly confess, while they're alone: ]
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While it is a surprise to be deposited so gently on the bed, she doesn't mind, immediately wiggling this way and that to make sure she finds the most comfortable spot, not quite unlike a small rodent rearranging their burrow to ensure maximum security and coziness. Her movements only slow when her eyes fall upon the corruption seeping up Ninety-Nine's neck and arms, immediately able to diagnose and compare the severity to the thousands of other times she's seen Ninety-Nine like this. Of course she's concerned what the stress of this situation is doing to Ninety-Nine's corruption... all the more reason for her to try to tuck her in forcibly.
Her gunshot wound hasn't escaped her notice, either... but she also knows implicitly that Ninety-Nine will be okay. It wouldn't be like her to fuss and worry over her companion with teary eyes, not over something like this. The foremost thought in her mind is actually about how she should go about getting closer without causing her any pain, and she sits up half way to move one of Ninety-Nine's arms out of the way so she can tuck herself under it at her side. ]
Yeah, I don't feel so sore from all the walking anymore.
[ She hums, lazily throwing one arm across Ninety-Nine's midsection, careful to keep it far from the lingering soreness of her wound. ]
I was chugging beers with Suzuha, but I ought to try playing with Shoko. She's kind of a bad girl... [ Said mischievously and teasingly. ] Well, I guess Kotoha is too, hehe.
[ Everyone's avoiding talking about her, but with Ninety-Nine, Hella can bring her up with more ease. She's sure it's unsurprising to Ninety-Nine what her attitude towards Kotoha's infection is; until there's an indisputable turn for the worse, she's going to keep believing in her, of course, and believing that they'll play those drinking games together one day. Despite her stubbornly hopeful outlook, she can't help but quietly confess, while they're alone: ]
... Everything's happening so fast, huh?