[ is he snapping at her? either way, his question makes her want to annoy him more. ]
I like to make an entrance. Plus, climbing is fun.
[ it is, without a doubt, more fun when she's not keeping herself from bleeding to death. yelena's guard is always up when she wants it to be, especially after such a high-strung mission in which things obviously did not go to plan. but she is tired, and it would serve her no purpose to swat away the careful hand of a man that needs to look at her wounds up-close. (maybe he wanted to see how bad it was, and the nearer he got the better he was able to see so —)
she doesn't put up a fight when he tells her to take the armchair, and plops down onto it with one hand on the armrest, the other one still occupied with applying pressure to the slash under her ribs. ]
Everything is pretty minor except for this beauty over here. I feel like it was karma for slashing at Oksana. [ and ultimately, killing her but saying it out loud now makes her want to throw up.
yelena lifts the palm of her hand to show how deep it is, which can't be that bad if she hasn't passed out yet. nothing some stitches can't fix. then she nudges her left leg against the side of the chair, ] Got grazed by a sniper bullet on my thigh here. Um — oh, my back hurts and I have this cut on my cheek. Duh. [ as beaten up and blooded as she is (but you should see the other guys, is what she would say), she still remains to be in high spirits so that's got to count for something. ]
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I like to make an entrance. Plus, climbing is fun.
[ it is, without a doubt, more fun when she's not keeping herself from bleeding to death. yelena's guard is always up when she wants it to be, especially after such a high-strung mission in which things obviously did not go to plan. but she is tired, and it would serve her no purpose to swat away the careful hand of a man that needs to look at her wounds up-close. (maybe he wanted to see how bad it was, and the nearer he got the better he was able to see so —)
she doesn't put up a fight when he tells her to take the armchair, and plops down onto it with one hand on the armrest, the other one still occupied with applying pressure to the slash under her ribs. ]
Everything is pretty minor except for this beauty over here. I feel like it was karma for slashing at Oksana. [ and ultimately, killing her but saying it out loud now makes her want to throw up.
yelena lifts the palm of her hand to show how deep it is, which can't be that bad if she hasn't passed out yet. nothing some stitches can't fix. then she nudges her left leg against the side of the chair, ] Got grazed by a sniper bullet on my thigh here. Um — oh, my back hurts and I have this cut on my cheek. Duh. [ as beaten up and blooded as she is (but you should see the other guys, is what she would say), she still remains to be in high spirits so that's got to count for something. ]
But I'm still pretty with it, right?