lacrymosas

i’m fine.  what happened last night?  

@heIIshound   just a little on edge after last night,  but i’ll be fine tomorrow.   how’s your wound healing?

/  def here PUHLEASE

∗     obvs :3

/  pooksters

@luxlaris   no,  no—  i’m fine,  /i’m fine/.  [ deniz insists while weakly swatting away hands that mean to redirect her from harm's way. ]   i’m a doctor.  i came to help where i can.  what’s going on?  do you know?

you’re not hurt, are you?      it’s not safe for civilians to be here right now, you should go home..
            
            *     solaris :p

/  the absolute prettiest!!! 

/   i’m going to sleep now and i’ll get to responses sometime late tomorrow night!!

/  drowning im literally drowning in them

@terminalwebs   [ deniz is silent for a moment as she stares,  unsure of how to feel about this new information. ]   ..  lovely.  while i do appreciate the whole saving-my-life,  i really do,   [ she returns to wrestling against the webbing,  exhausting herself further in her attempts to escape ]   this much webbing was a liiittle excessive,  don’t you think?  it’s /impossible/ to get out of.

it’s,  uh—-  organic webbing.    [ not the most comforting words,  but honest.  the masked woman can be seen approaching the other,  smiling behind the mask. ]    no hard feelings?  i didn’t want you to get caught in the crossfire.  i had to improvise.  

@terminalwebs   i bet.  could you just help me get out of this?  what is this stuff even made of anyway??

@yrlucky   uhhh— sure.   go ahead.   [ deniz removes her white coat and lays it flat against some steps nearby.   while the white coat wasn’t necessary to have on,   she figured it would be best to get most of the paint out before it sets in.   her hand reaches out towards the girl as if to ask for some of the paper towels. ]   what’s with all the art supplies?   it looks like you’re carrying half a classroom’s worth of supplies in that bag.

@lacrymosas  ✩  it’s acrylic, so if you just run it through the washing machine again it should come right off. or if you have the time    —wash it in the sink?  [marinette offers the advice quickly, mismatched papers and loosely opened paints shoved into her bag again. an awkward smile shows, but the fashion student can’t help but feel entirely embarrassed by this encounter.]  or   (/or/)    i can actually just    . .may i?  [pulling a water bottle and a couple paper towels, un-screwing the cap to douse the material until it’s wet before offering a pensive look for permission?]  it’ll be quick.  (｡´╹A╹｀｡)

@yrlucky   just a little.  [ most of it landed on the bottom end of her white coat and missed her scrubs entirely (a relief). ]   honestly,   it could’ve been worse.  could’ve been red paint.   please tell me this washes out easily.

/   i’m gonna get to this later but dw honestly bc my writing is very buns after not writing for most of the year

*⠀ ⠀  ִㅤㅤ ᴱverything in this world / exists to wear you down.   @lacrymosas   ᡕᠵデ气亠          ‿ ⎯⎯͟͟ ..     “yeah, well, no offense, but screw all of that good conscience bullshit.”     lisa speaks through gritted teeth and a pained wince, her hand gripping at her side. she curses under her breath, shaking her head. the sterile lights of gotham general make lisa feel like needles are poking at her brain and it causes her free hand to come up to her forehead.      “you gotta let me back out there, doc—  someone’s gotta get the job done [and that someone’s me.]   （ꐦ_）”      lisa doesn’t know if its her general hate of hospitals or her stubbornness, but she still remains adamant that she’s fine.
            
            *      okay wait so like lowkey my writing is a #Little buns but i genuinely have not written in like forever but trust i will lock in

@jujishou   i don’t doubt that,   but i can’t in good conscience let you go back out there like this.

@heIIshound   thank you for coming on short notice.   and that’s correct.  it was working perfectly fine the day before and now it won’t even start.   i’m just glad i caught this now because i would hate finding this out before a shift.

* jumps around 

/  horror/mystery/intrigue/business stuff 

*      haihai!!! on here and @/idaluiso please :p something curious or whatever you'd like

@neuromanic   you say that now,  but give it a couple of minutes.  maybe half an hour.  it never lasts.  i heard a literal cat fight some ten minutes ago.  [ she stares out to the street below while taking a sip, ]  but quiet for now.   why couldn’t you sleep?

@lacrymosas   [yvgenya lingered within the doorway for some time. taking in the silence of the world,  the minds who were in their restful state—coming and going with dreams both funny and strange,]  ..no. [she answered, voice carrying with the warm wind joining deniz on the balcony, passing by to let  her arms would fold and rest on the balustrade]   it’s so quiet here 

@neuromanic   nope.  it’s too hot inside the apartment,  and the breeze coming in from the balcony is nice,  so..   [ not the only reason for the lack of sleep,   but there she was sitting near the door with a cup of çay in hand. ]  did you want anything to drink?