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[ Sure, he could have noticed the way that Backlace was still active. But maybe it had to do with the fact that she was still alive and conscious! It wasn't the first time she's beaned him between the eyes, especially when she wasn't even in her more angelic state. Granted he wasn't even thinking about any of that in the short time it took for him to get to work on restoring her health. Casting such a big spell after their little tussle (normally they'd gain some Chroma from that...but there was nothing enjoyable about that squabble,) put a damper on his Chroma supply.

But seeing her open her eyes, he sighs with relief. While he wasn't about to pull some sort of 180 on her with some "i'm so glad you're okay oh thank god that kicked you outta heaven"...the look in his eyes still speaks volumes. He's sorry he took things as far as he did. Sanguis be damned. ]

Oh good...you're finally coming arou--

[ ... he feels that. Oh he feels that as the spell casts it's soothing effect over her body. It would come in one swift, yet pleasing wave of warmth and a relaxing yet cooling feeling over her injuries. That should take care of most of the injuries if not all of them but- ]

Were you about you shoot me!?

........no?

[ She's such an awful liar.
If it makes him feel better, Panty does have a distinctly sheepish (~~HA HA~~) look in her eye even as she promptly lowers the hand holding Backlace back against the floor, as if he didn't just catch her literally in the act. To make it SUPER clear she actually doesn't plan to start the whole damn fight again, the gleaming alloy shifts back to harmless fabric.

After all that...

Well. Panty doesn't feel better, per se, but that insistent itch of unfulfilled aggression is conspicuously gone. As is the lion's share of pain, now that she's not busy faking being unconscious.

Huh.
Maybe she should thank him for patching her up? ]

That really fucking hurt! What the hell, dude?!

[ Or not. ]

[ Aaand there's the response. He wants to say that he's sorry for what he just did. But knowing that she's been healed up and was, as far as he was concerned, running at 100% ~~shitposting capacity~~ again. Which is why while he doesn't drop her from his arms, he doesn't hesitate to settle her down as he scoots back, staring down at her with an unimpressed look on his face. ]

Says the angel gunslinger pelting me with bullets.

[ Sighing with a shake of his head, the haze of rage he felt permeating through his entire being has pretty much become vapour at this point. Rising to his feet, he deliberates for a moment before turning back to Panty. He's not apologizing for what he did. ...not yet anyway.

But he is going to offer a hand to her. ]

You started it!

[ As per usual, she's taking none of the responsibility even though she's easily at least 50% at fault. Poor Cloud.

There's no lingering resentment there - only a certain degree of annoyance and a whole lot of fatigue, because HA HA WOW was that a workout or what?! Colour her surprised. The last thing she expected was for Mr. Doormat over here to have tricks of his own, let alone enough of a spine to push back once she started throwing her weight around.
~~LEVEL UP! Respecc +1~~

As for that silent offer he's extending with that hand, Panty automatically reaches for him, catches herself, and pushes herself upright under her own power. The last thing she needs right now is his pity.
God. Her hair's a mess right now, isn't it? ]

Keep your mitts off my stuff. You got lucky this time.

I get it, I get it.

[ When she gets back to her feet, he places his hand back in his pocket, only briefly flicking his gaze to the sword he so haphazardly dropped for the sake of healing her up. He wouldn't take back what he did. He's sturdy (gonna be feeling sore for a bit, but it's nothing he needed to use his Materia for anyway), but frankly despite the rough front he could put on...

He'd have helped her anyway. Every time. Not that he ever had any intention of making that point known. The silence is awkwardly extended between the two of them as they stand in the mess that they've made. Until finally... ]

...

Gonna hafta get some new drywall. [ Y'know. For the impact crater he's effectively made from smashing her into it. ]

.........holy shit. That looks expensive.

[ Now that she's not blinded by the Sanguis Roid Rage™ he's got a point. They can't just leave that eyesore there.

On the other hand property management probably wouldn't be too happy if they found out about all the damage to the unit. Having a maintenance guy come up would be pretty much admitting guilt, right? Panty don't roll like that. Nuh uh son. ]

Just slap a poster or something over it. Nobody will notice.

That better be some big ass poster if we're covering that up.

[ He rubs a hand against the back of his neck awkwardly, as he weighs his options. Gonna need a new bookshelf. Some cleaning equipment to get rid of the patented Chuck smear off the wall where the poor son of a bitch when splat. ]

We gotta fix this.

[ DISGUSTED NOISE.
What's all this "we" business? Panty ain't cleaning up any of this stuff, are you kidding???? ]

So hire a maid or something. I've got better things to do than patch up any of this shit.

[ No wonder her room's such a disaster zone with that attitude. ]

[ Sigh... ]

Shoulda seen that one coming.

[ But he's...frankly, too tired (and maybe a teensy bit Chroma sapped) to argue with her over it. So instead, he shakes his head. Frankly, he'd be embarrassed to let a maid in. ]

Fine. I'll deal with it.

Good luck with that. C'mon, Chuck.

[ ... ]

Chuck?

[ Eh??? Where'd that little shit go, anyway? He was right here a minute ago, wasn't he--
Oh. Shit.
Right.

She forgot about that. ]

...........................................god fucking dammit. Do we even have a mop in here?

Ugh...

[ He'll get one of those too. ]

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