[while baby is in the other room, mystery takes the chance to start going over plans in his head. maybe he isn't the leader, but someone needs to take the reins here and he doesn't mind trying.
he goes over things in his head: they're both here, they're both free of gwi-ma, and they seem to be the only ones alive. how can that be? how can they be? there are too many questions and not enough answers for his liking. as it stands, the only thing he can think of is they somehow avoided being sealed by the honmoon, but he has no idea how that's possible yet. his head shakes, one hand lifting to his temple, fingertips pressing against the skin before his attention is drawn back to baby, who returns with an armful of things.
mystery looks over everything then glances down at himself, as if suddenly reminded of his all black attire. he strips out of the first layer and tosses it aside, moving to stand so he can finish removing everything else down to the pants.
somehow, he's avoided bruising as badly as baby, but there are a few littering his torso in places on his front and back. when he sees the marks on baby's skin, his expression falters and he reaches out, gingerly touching the bruises on his belly, his heartbeat skipping.] I think we should lay low for a little bit. Maybe only leave for what's necessary.
[the only reason he withdraws is so baby can finish tending to his wound, which has become a dull ache now. mystery frowns lightly whenever the bandage is put into place, his hand raising to touch it, swiping along the tape that's holding it in place. he really doesn't like how it feels but he's just going to have to deal.
instead of focusing on that, he turns his attention back to the wounds on baby's neck and takes the rag to clean them up, that way he can work on getting him bandaged up as well.]
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he goes over things in his head: they're both here, they're both free of gwi-ma, and they seem to be the only ones alive. how can that be? how can they be? there are too many questions and not enough answers for his liking. as it stands, the only thing he can think of is they somehow avoided being sealed by the honmoon, but he has no idea how that's possible yet. his head shakes, one hand lifting to his temple, fingertips pressing against the skin before his attention is drawn back to baby, who returns with an armful of things.
mystery looks over everything then glances down at himself, as if suddenly reminded of his all black attire. he strips out of the first layer and tosses it aside, moving to stand so he can finish removing everything else down to the pants.
somehow, he's avoided bruising as badly as baby, but there are a few littering his torso in places on his front and back. when he sees the marks on baby's skin, his expression falters and he reaches out, gingerly touching the bruises on his belly, his heartbeat skipping.] I think we should lay low for a little bit. Maybe only leave for what's necessary.
[the only reason he withdraws is so baby can finish tending to his wound, which has become a dull ache now. mystery frowns lightly whenever the bandage is put into place, his hand raising to touch it, swiping along the tape that's holding it in place. he really doesn't like how it feels but he's just going to have to deal.
instead of focusing on that, he turns his attention back to the wounds on baby's neck and takes the rag to clean them up, that way he can work on getting him bandaged up as well.]