[It’s two days after his arrival, maybe three, when Sanji finally gives his impromptu prison a well-deserved stroll. He has business on his mind – the kind that’s long overdue and should’ve been taken care of the moment he’d been sent to this shit castle. Maka’s hint on how to summon Ozuma had been well-appreciated, but Sanji eventually learns that heading to the Altar is just as reliable. Plus the chef is an impatient man who refuses to wait on someone else’s time. He wants to talk to Ozuma? He’ll crash the god’s room and air out his grievances there.
When he steps through the door, the Altar is larger than he remembers. He sends a glance to the ceiling, only barely picking out the slivers of wood (or stone). Under different circumstances, he would like to Sky Walk to the top, enjoy the architect for himself, but it’s an irrelevant footnote on his agenda list. Until he accomplishes his goal, everything else can wait.]
[ There are no bells hung within the residential tower, and yet, something tolls.
Soon... Perhaps Sanji will meet with their link to their own origins, the spiritual avatar of the Light itself, Ozuma.
That's then.
...Now, you will be Judged.
Light sifts down through missing stonework and broken tile, illuminating two silhouettes that stand in the way of one lone pirate and his goal. It's the stouter, shorter one who speaks first, standing in a shaft of golden light that casts deep shadows over the furrows and hollows of his skull, of which there are many. ]
...Heya.
You look like you've got a few bees in your bonnet, buddy. Before you go kicking the whole nest, how 'bout we put some of those concerns of yours to bed?
[Colin seems a lot more relaxed with this whole state of affairs. He might argue which of them looks stouter, but he can't deny that Sans has a certain gravitas to him.]
You do look like a man possessed of a certain drive.
[And then suddenly there are two assholes in his way, stationed like guards in the waning light. Sanji would think to ask how, and why. Instead his mouth presses thin around his unlit smoke.
One man he doesn't recognize, which is never the best way to start a conversation. Nothing personal to the man, either, but Sanji is less than gracious when he feels under someone else's scrutiny. That's his job.
The other figure he does recognize; the pirate's gaze does not soften, no matter the distant pang of nostalgia. Of course the shit with an aura of a dried leaf is going to give him a lecture. Sanji's definitely gonna sit still for that.]
The hell do you want? [Directly with more force at Sans because the skeleton is gonna piss the pirate off eventually so he might as well get a jump-start on acting the part. He is only a shade more civil to Colin, nodding curtly to him] I've got business to attend to.
[...] If this is about behaving, Maka-chan already has my word. [Which is a lot more than what he's prepared to offer the duo]
[The courtyard is a great place for stretching, to take a much needed breath of fresh air from the stuffy confines of the castle itself. Ammy had enjoyed a brief nap, a drink from the fountain, and event brought out her own cellphone (why in the world would a dog need a cell phone?) to listen to something nostalgic while she snoozed. The first song was slow and serene - a melodic tune from her homeland that she appreciated having saved to her phone more than she could possibly express. But As the wolf wakes, stretches out her back, and nudges her nose firmly against the phone to try and silence it, she feels a prickle at her senses. Her lips curl over her teeth as she turns and witnesses the dark portal form not too far away, the beginnings of a few shadows reaching out and pulling themselves up from the dark depths.
She growls low in her throat, as if that'd halt them from appearing, but no. Each shadow trickles out, larger than the one that precedes it. Were they drawn in by the sound of the shamisen that was playing on her phone? Well, that's better than having to sing again, anyway... Ammy already declared her speech a little too much more than she liked during this little 'event', and that is saying something. The fur bristle along her neck and back, billowing out as her tail stands up and out. The song peters off to a slow stop and that's when the shadows begin their assault in full force, throwing themselves at the wolf in the momentary lapse - the silence that exists before the next song plays.]
[And in that brief pocket of silence, a new challenger approaches.
Since their first meeting, Sanji has known that Ammy is something more - still a dog by all accounts, but he is no stranger to power beyond his own. The canine holds enough sway to birth flowers from the ground, to call objects to them on command. He enjoys their unique plays at banter, their moments of unrestrained childish brawls, even the perpetual silence of someone always listening.
Under no circumstances would he want to fight them head-on.
That doesn't deter him from coming up fast without permission, right foot incased in flames and pointedly drawn against the nearest batch of shadows. It doesn't need to be his strongest attack. The swipe is enough to push them back, some shadows smearing across the sky. When there's enough space to breathe without a lungful of shadows, he relaxes his stance into a slouch next to the white-haired dog. Waiting.
The mutt can handle themselves, is what Sanji believes, but...]
Rude little shits, aren't they? [Rubbing his neck with a sigh] And after you were finished with your nap.
[The blazing kick that sends a mass of shadows spiraling into the air was...unexpected and Ammy turns her head in shock and surprise, ears pointed up and mouth hanging open a little. She knew this man was fast, but she didn't expect a strength and a power like that - especially not to the point of creating flames in such a way. She's impressed, and while she was concerned she had to keep him out of trouble now that he's shown up, Ammy actually she snorts with a wheezy canine chuckle at his remark.
Yes, quite rude indeed...she was having such a good nap, especially to such a good song. Lifting her head with a low, long howl, Ammy shakes herself off so that her ears flop against her skull. It's just as she gets up that a new song starts on her phone, swift and energetic. The shadows snap their heads up and hop in place to the beat of the tune, though they also creep closer as well, undeterred. Ohoho, so something to fight to...this is going to be a lot of fun.
Sanji will feel the spike of Amaterasu's haki and she swaps out her reflector for a glaive, the cerulean blade Tsumugari glistening on her back. The swift slashes she can deal should match the beat well. Looking up at her partner, Ammy bounces on her four legs and wags her tail, tongue hanging from her lower jaw.
[As the song begins to fill in the spaces of the courtyard, Sanji glances sharply at the phone and feels his heart stir in time with the colorful twang of strings. This is not a type of music he's familiar with. The melody feels weighted and ancient in the way that new music sometimes does, but at the same time swift and complicated. A smirk stretches across his face when he turns back to the shadows. Well shit. And he was already working with enough battle adrenaline as it is. This song is gonna add fuel to the fire.
Ensnared by the beat of the music, the shadows bob and sway the closer they approach, but Sanji's attention is suddenly drawn to his peripheral - at the mutt who's bouncing on the pads of their paws like an excited puppy. If he were viewing them through the full lens of his Observation Haki, they'd be glowing a bright blue. Instead he gives a good-natured smirk at that wagging tail and sighs a little, briefly closing his eyes.
The strings pause.]
Aa. I'm ready.
[And then the music starts again. Propelling himself off the balls of his feet, Sanji heads directly for the first wave to his left - a group of shadows hopping to the beat, before quickly rearing up when Sanji draws too close. He kicks at them, through them, swinging his entire body into a circle that lifts streaks of dust from beneath his feet. The strings continue to drum on in the background]
Dear Sanji, This is Toriel. Hello! I hope you are well. I have a question for you. If you are not busy, would you help me make an angel food cake for Papyrus' birthday? It is his favorite kind so it must be perfect. 🎂
wow, nice message. feeling the love. and kinda hoping i'm at least first in the last-priorities lineup. is that what you were going for?
anyway, sans is about as easy to scope out as needle in a haystack. actually, give me a couple of magnets and i could get the needle thing done faster. he's inscrutable. no scruting has been had. but his graphic tee game is on fleek.
My mother would doubtless enjoy spending time with someone who knows their way about the kitchen. In fact, if you knew some special dishes meant to be enjoyed by those who are ill, I'm sure she'd be keen to learn.
[Have fun reading between the lines there, buddy. They know they made it super hard, but the message will surely come across eventually.]
[Benefits to staying cooped up in your room the last several days: there's more time than ever to devote to magecraft studies and projects than she's had for a while.
Downsides: (other than the rest of the time being boring) she got so engrossed in one project, she lost track of the time. By the time she got to feeling hungry, her roommate was already in bed asleep.
She's been making Masaomi bring her food these past couple of days while she recovers, but it's her own fault for forgetting. Rin opts not to wake him. Besides, it's pretty late now — just past 11:30. People will still be up, of course, but she expects few of them, and even less in the mess hall and kitchen. If she minds her own business, they will too. Tying an orange scarf fashionably around her neck, Rin sets off for the kitchen.]
[It appears someone is of the same mind as Rin tonight, as the kitchen is occupied by a familiar blond. To say he's "taken over" is a relative understatement. The assortment of kitchenware that cover the counters are too deliberately placed to be considered a mess, but it does look like a mad scientist has set up shop.
There are a number of pots, with at least two on the burner - one with a lid and the other bubbling, smelling faintly of blended spices. There are pans as well; the first Sanji pulls from the heat and gives a round of quick wrist flicks, sending the chunks of de-boned meat and diced onions spinning in the air before he catches it. Once he's finished, the sauce pan he stirs once, twice - takes a moment to stare at the ceiling as if in deep thought - and then continues mixing the sauce at a low simmer. Then it's over to the cutting board, where he has a row of various vegetables lined up for chopping.
That's the manner in which he continues, unaware of his surroundings. The occasional mutter of displeasure escapes him sometimes, but otherwise, the chef works silent and efficient.]
[Geez, it smells like someone's making a feast in here. It's no midnight snack, at least. Who's he planning to feed it to?
...Alright, so there are plenty of people in this castle who don't abide by normal sleeping habits. An ever present, skeletal grin comes to mind. Yeah, that one will probably be along in a few hours, if not others. It'll be a real treat for whoever's around when Sanji finishes, though as it is it looks like that might take a little time yet.
There's no sense waiting out here. She'll just go in and play it natural, trusting Sanji will read the mood and not swoop in with a smile and greetings for a pretty lady.]
Years of grueling training have prepared her for this moment. Her enemy is distracted, as open to this attack as he'll ever be. Waiting until Sanji's back is turned, Rin slides through the kitchen door and somersaults gracefully across the floor. Silent like a ninja she is, as she takes cover against the island counter. Three breaths and undiscovered, going by the steady, rapid sound of chopping vegetables, she risks peaking her eyes just above the counter.
Carrots, celery, onions... Hm, she wouldn't mind swiping one of those turnips. Ducking back down, Rin slides closer, getting into position. Waiting for the moment the sound of his bladework pausing, as he moves on to something else. When she does, like a bolt of lightning— No! As untraceable as a breeze, she'll swoop in and swiftly steal her prize!]
[It's done. It's done, it's over, and everyone is safe. They're back after what felt like years of stress and struggle, and yet Norma still feels her heart hammering away inside her chest. The adrenaline hasn't yet subsided enough to have her calm down and relax, her fears not yet quelled. Even though everyone came back in one piece (though a bit worse for wear, truthfully), she can't shake the thought of what could have happened. It's frightening - being asleep or just...doing something mundane, then waking up to find yourself, or someone you care about gone, spirited away to a dangerous place. The Queen really took this to the extreme, and Norma wonders how safe they really are. How much Ozuma's influence can actually protect them from.
As she hesitates outside the infirmary, scared of what she may see inside, Norma rubs her hands together, over her face, through her hair. She probably looks like a sleepless wreck, but she's got to calm down enough to just face her roommate without throwing herself at him. Poor Sanji's been through enough already, and he really should get some rest and keep warm. She takes a deep breath through her nose and exhales sharply, peeking her head through the doorway before sliding inside, eyes peeled for a particular person. She doesn't see him right away, preoccupied with some of the others who are getting tended to, and she feels her stomach sink a little and a sharp ache at her side, like a reminder. Ah, right...right. Norma remembers now why being in an environment like this was never pleasant.]
[Adorable, really, if Norma thinks that Sanji would be in the infirmary for himself. Sans had to trick him, Papyrus had to out-argue him, Rin had to bully him, and the end result is only that of a chef shooing others to their beds before heading for that door, exhausted by the noise and wanting to see Happy.
It's not that he can't sit and take his medicine like a good boy, or follow a doctor's orders. Sanji prides himself on being less irritating than that green-haired menace he calls nakama... but in the same vein, there's no little reindeer bossing him into a chair, is there? Chopper's back home where he should be, far from the madness of a celestial war, no doubt wondering where his chef and navigator disappeared to...
(Assuming he's survived Big Mom and the Vinsmokes. Assuming that Luffy got them out after Nami disappeared, and the families haven't rained down hellfire for the botched wedding)
If he dwells on it for too long, all it does is put a bad taste in his mouth; another dose of acid to irritate his bruised, discolored neck. He's frowning when he almost runs into Norma, and so surprised by her sudden appearance that it takes him a beat to register the sight]
[Norma's a little taken aback by the sudden appearance of her roommate that she visibly jumps when her name is called. She had been prepared to face Sanji in the infirmary, not outside it, and now she's stumped on how to react and what to say. Blinking and swallowing the lump in her throat, she doesn't think twice before her mind just keys on the first thing she sees.]
Why aren't you in bed? [It's not an accusation, just a statement, an observation. Is he really okay to be on his feet like that? Sure he was...pretty ridiculous in terms of brute force and tenacity, but Sanji is still as human as Norma is. He can get cold, and...
Her eyes deviate to his neck, and seeing the redness of where the noose once was, her face falls, and she feels a cold stone drop into the pit of her stomach. It's a sore reminder just how human they all are, in a way, and how at the mercy of the Queen they truly are. Safe Zones? Haha! Funny. Because they were totally safe from this mess, right?] Hey, can I see real quick? I won't touch it, but I can probably heal it a little...
[Or at least help with some of that ugly redness and bruising.]
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Sans +Colin / March 7th / Action
When he steps through the door, the Altar is larger than he remembers. He sends a glance to the ceiling, only barely picking out the slivers of wood (or stone). Under different circumstances, he would like to Sky Walk to the top, enjoy the architect for himself, but it’s an irrelevant footnote on his agenda list. Until he accomplishes his goal, everything else can wait.]
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Soon... Perhaps Sanji will meet with their link to their own origins, the spiritual avatar of the Light itself, Ozuma.
That's then.
...Now, you will be Judged.
Light sifts down through missing stonework and broken tile, illuminating two silhouettes that stand in the way of one lone pirate and his goal. It's the stouter, shorter one who speaks first, standing in a shaft of golden light that casts deep shadows over the furrows and hollows of his skull, of which there are many. ]
...Heya.
You look like you've got a few bees in your bonnet, buddy. Before you go kicking the whole nest, how 'bout we put some of those concerns of yours to bed?
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You do look like a man possessed of a certain drive.
You okay?
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One man he doesn't recognize, which is never the best way to start a conversation. Nothing personal to the man, either, but Sanji is less than gracious when he feels under someone else's scrutiny. That's his job.
The other figure he does recognize; the pirate's gaze does not soften, no matter the distant pang of nostalgia. Of course the shit with an aura of a dried leaf is going to give him a lecture. Sanji's definitely gonna sit still for that.]
The hell do you want? [Directly with more force at Sans because the skeleton is gonna piss the pirate off eventually so he might as well get a jump-start on acting the part. He is only a shade more civil to Colin, nodding curtly to him] I've got business to attend to.
[...] If this is about behaving, Maka-chan already has my word. [Which is a lot more than what he's prepared to offer the duo]
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She growls low in her throat, as if that'd halt them from appearing, but no. Each shadow trickles out, larger than the one that precedes it. Were they drawn in by the sound of the shamisen that was playing on her phone? Well, that's better than having to sing again, anyway... Ammy already declared her speech a little too much more than she liked during this little 'event', and that is saying something. The fur bristle along her neck and back, billowing out as her tail stands up and out. The song peters off to a slow stop and that's when the shadows begin their assault in full force, throwing themselves at the wolf in the momentary lapse - the silence that exists before the next song plays.]
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Since their first meeting, Sanji has known that Ammy is something more - still a dog by all accounts, but he is no stranger to power beyond his own. The canine holds enough sway to birth flowers from the ground, to call objects to them on command. He enjoys their unique plays at banter, their moments of unrestrained childish brawls, even the perpetual silence of someone always listening.
Under no circumstances would he want to fight them head-on.
That doesn't deter him from coming up fast without permission, right foot incased in flames and pointedly drawn against the nearest batch of shadows. It doesn't need to be his strongest attack. The swipe is enough to push them back, some shadows smearing across the sky. When there's enough space to breathe without a lungful of shadows, he relaxes his stance into a slouch next to the white-haired dog. Waiting.
The mutt can handle themselves, is what Sanji believes, but...]
Rude little shits, aren't they? [Rubbing his neck with a sigh] And after you were finished with your nap.
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Yes, quite rude indeed...she was having such a good nap, especially to such a good song. Lifting her head with a low, long howl, Ammy shakes herself off so that her ears flop against her skull. It's just as she gets up that a new song starts on her phone, swift and energetic. The shadows snap their heads up and hop in place to the beat of the tune, though they also creep closer as well, undeterred. Ohoho, so something to fight to...this is going to be a lot of fun.
Sanji will feel the spike of Amaterasu's haki and she swaps out her reflector for a glaive, the cerulean blade Tsumugari glistening on her back. The swift slashes she can deal should match the beat well. Looking up at her partner, Ammy bounces on her four legs and wags her tail, tongue hanging from her lower jaw.
Ready?]
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Ensnared by the beat of the music, the shadows bob and sway the closer they approach, but Sanji's attention is suddenly drawn to his peripheral - at the mutt who's bouncing on the pads of their paws like an excited puppy. If he were viewing them through the full lens of his Observation Haki, they'd be glowing a bright blue. Instead he gives a good-natured smirk at that wagging tail and sighs a little, briefly closing his eyes.
The strings pause.]
Aa. I'm ready.
[And then the music starts again. Propelling himself off the balls of his feet, Sanji heads directly for the first wave to his left - a group of shadows hopping to the beat, before quickly rearing up when Sanji draws too close. He kicks at them, through them, swinging his entire body into a circle that lifts streaks of dust from beneath his feet. The strings continue to drum on in the background]
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This is Toriel. Hello! I hope you are well. I have a question for you. If you are not busy, would you help me make an angel food cake for Papyrus' birthday? It is his favorite kind so it must be perfect. 🎂
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Toriel-chwaaaaaaan~!
Of course I'll help out~ 😘 Just lemme know when we need to start. And how many layers are we making?
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We gonna need anything else? Finger foods, that kinda stuff.
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anyway, sans is about as easy to scope out as needle in a haystack. actually, give me a couple of magnets and i could get the needle thing done faster. he's inscrutable. no scruting has been had. but his graphic tee game is on fleek.
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That bad huh
Alright I'll pull some of the shitty weight
He and I got an arrangement going, maybe I can get more dirt on him
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ftr if he ever takes those slippers off, i bet we could stick a couple of wet sponges up in there.
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You are a chef, are you not?
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I am.
What do you need?
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[Have fun reading between the lines there, buddy. They know they made it super hard, but the message will surely come across eventually.]
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Action, September 2
Downsides: (other than the rest of the time being boring) she got so engrossed in one project, she lost track of the time. By the time she got to feeling hungry, her roommate was already in bed asleep.
She's been making Masaomi bring her food these past couple of days while she recovers, but it's her own fault for forgetting. Rin opts not to wake him. Besides, it's pretty late now — just past 11:30. People will still be up, of course, but she expects few of them, and even less in the mess hall and kitchen. If she minds her own business, they will too. Tying an orange scarf fashionably around her neck, Rin sets off for the kitchen.]
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There are a number of pots, with at least two on the burner - one with a lid and the other bubbling, smelling faintly of blended spices. There are pans as well; the first Sanji pulls from the heat and gives a round of quick wrist flicks, sending the chunks of de-boned meat and diced onions spinning in the air before he catches it. Once he's finished, the sauce pan he stirs once, twice - takes a moment to stare at the ceiling as if in deep thought - and then continues mixing the sauce at a low simmer. Then it's over to the cutting board, where he has a row of various vegetables lined up for chopping.
That's the manner in which he continues, unaware of his surroundings. The occasional mutter of displeasure escapes him sometimes, but otherwise, the chef works silent and efficient.]
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There's no sense waiting out here. She'll just go in and play it natural, trusting Sanji will read the mood and not swoop in with a smile and greetings for a pretty lady.]
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Years of grueling training have prepared her for this moment. Her enemy is distracted, as open to this attack as he'll ever be. Waiting until Sanji's back is turned, Rin slides through the kitchen door and somersaults gracefully across the floor. Silent like a ninja she is, as she takes cover against the island counter. Three breaths and undiscovered, going by the steady, rapid sound of chopping vegetables, she risks peaking her eyes just above the counter.
Carrots, celery, onions... Hm, she wouldn't mind swiping one of those turnips. Ducking back down, Rin slides closer, getting into position. Waiting for the moment the sound of his bladework pausing, as he moves on to something else. When she does, like a bolt of lightning— No! As untraceable as a breeze, she'll swoop in and swiftly steal her prize!]
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[10/2 | Action - October Event]
As she hesitates outside the infirmary, scared of what she may see inside, Norma rubs her hands together, over her face, through her hair. She probably looks like a sleepless wreck, but she's got to calm down enough to just face her roommate without throwing herself at him. Poor Sanji's been through enough already, and he really should get some rest and keep warm. She takes a deep breath through her nose and exhales sharply, peeking her head through the doorway before sliding inside, eyes peeled for a particular person. She doesn't see him right away, preoccupied with some of the others who are getting tended to, and she feels her stomach sink a little and a sharp ache at her side, like a reminder. Ah, right...right. Norma remembers now why being in an environment like this was never pleasant.]
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It's not that he can't sit and take his medicine like a good boy, or follow a doctor's orders. Sanji prides himself on being less irritating than that green-haired menace he calls nakama... but in the same vein, there's no little reindeer bossing him into a chair, is there? Chopper's back home where he should be, far from the madness of a celestial war, no doubt wondering where his chef and navigator disappeared to...
(Assuming he's survived Big Mom and the Vinsmokes. Assuming that Luffy got them out after Nami disappeared, and the families haven't rained down hellfire for the botched wedding)
If he dwells on it for too long, all it does is put a bad taste in his mouth; another dose of acid to irritate his bruised, discolored neck. He's frowning when he almost runs into Norma, and so surprised by her sudden appearance that it takes him a beat to register the sight]
-- Oh, there you are, Norma-chan!
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Why aren't you in bed? [It's not an accusation, just a statement, an observation. Is he really okay to be on his feet like that? Sure he was...pretty ridiculous in terms of brute force and tenacity, but Sanji is still as human as Norma is. He can get cold, and...
Her eyes deviate to his neck, and seeing the redness of where the noose once was, her face falls, and she feels a cold stone drop into the pit of her stomach. It's a sore reminder just how human they all are, in a way, and how at the mercy of the Queen they truly are. Safe Zones? Haha! Funny. Because they were totally safe from this mess, right?] Hey, can I see real quick? I won't touch it, but I can probably heal it a little...
[Or at least help with some of that ugly redness and bruising.]