“Nah, m’ fine. Really.”
He said. His voice sounded too hollow, too dull than what would be acceptable fro some who was “fine”.
“I don’ wanna get anyone expelled.”
“Getting them expelled is a good thin’,” she reprimanded with a huff. Dagny put away the first aid kit and sighed. “You know what, tomorrow mornin’ I’m comin’ with ya to school!”
That may not be the best of plans.
[ upptildagsetning (aka Skorri mun) has informed me that she will have to take, at the most, a three week hiatus since her computer got revoked.
I also need to take a week hiatus since school starts tomorrow so sorry everyone! (ι´Д｀)ﾉ ]
When cotton was taped on his face, Skorri flinched a bit, then sat up. He looked Dagny over and sighed. Skorri debated whether or not he should tell her, and decided to.
“Jus’ some kids ‘t school. I’m fine.”
He said, rubbing a hand through his hair.
“You should ‘av said so sooner. Why didn’t ya talk to yer administrators ‘bout this? You could get them expelled,” she said, frowning. “Ya look horrible. Does it hurt tha’ much? Should I get some painkillers?”
And suddenly Dagny felt an ounce too protective of Skorri, like she would like to punch the kids who did it to him.
FEAR THR WRATH OF POSEIDON
this is how i show affection to most people.
For some reason, it didn’t bother him when Dagny came into his apartment, as a matter of face, he could use the company. “I didn’ fall.” He replied gruffly, staring at the ceiling.
“I got hit.”
The bruises werent’t terrbly painful, contrary to how they looked. Skorri was ignoring them now, willing the pain in his face away. So far he was doing pretty good.
And suddenly, Dagny’s good day took a one eighty and decided to slap her on the way around. She frowned and reached over to take off his ice pack so that she could inspect the wounds better. It certainly looked like he had been punched; she would know, she used to get into fights in high school.
Dagny frowned and got up to scour the area for a first aid kit. When she found it, she got back to Skorri and applied the cotton to his bruise and then taped it on his face so that it would stick. “There, tha’ should make it heal better an’ hurt less. Don’t touch it, though, it’ll hurt like hell.”
She pulled up a stool and sat down next to his bed. “Now tell me who hit you.”
Skorri couldn’ve felt worse. His mother was dead, there was a bruise the size of a small dinner plate on his face and neck, and he couln’t stop thinking. To be honest, part of Skorri blamed himself for his mothers death. He hadn’t been there to keep sure she was okay, and God knows if Heidi was there when it happened.
The Icelander lay on his bed, and ice pack next to his head. He hadn’t made an attempt to get up or move since he had recived the call. He was supposed to be in school, but he didnt have the energy. Besides, the bruise and the throbbing pain in his head was a result of school. The boys who had been verbally picking on him had finally hit him, for a reason Skorri still didn’t know. He heard the door click open, but made no move to get up.
On the contrary, Dagny couldn’t have have felt better. Magnhildr did not wake her up with a large meow, she woke a minute before her alarm, there were fresh groceries in her fridge, and to top it all—today was her day off. She spent her morning baking pastries and cakes, and cooing to her cat on the couch while she watched soap operas (Magnhildr was not amused). When her cat finally wriggled out of her grasp to hide somewhere else, Dagny decided she might as well visit her new best friend.
She slid the key into the lock with a sound click and opened the door (lord knew how she got the key to Skorri’s apartment), expecting to find him lazing about. He was, indeed, but it wasn’t hot enough for an ice pack. Frowning, she moved closer to find several bruises on his face.
“Skorri,” she whispered, lightly shaking him. “Skorri-dear. Wha’ happened? Those don’ look like ya fell or somethin’.”
Watching as the whole process, he just waited until the key was given. “T-twenty?” Shit, I left my wallet at home— Chill, Gilbert. Just don’t lose it. “Gotcha, won’t lose it.” Never letting his eyes leave the key, he went ahead, figuring he should get things down now.
It didn’t take too long, he had made sure to put the key in his pocket while he busied himself and played. FPS games were one of his expertise and it only took him 2 rounds to get himself in the zone and curse at the unknown everytime things didn’t go as he planned.
When it was time for him go, he stretched a bit before heading out. As soon as he was near the entrance, he checked his pockets to get the key.
A key who should be in his pockets but isn’t.
Mother of asjdnjdfwef?!!
“Shit— I know I kept it here, I know I did.”
An hour or so after he left, the secretary finally came back from her lunch break. Dagny broke into a long rant at the poor woman about how she hated having to do her job when she should be doing hers. Satisfied at leaving the woman in a pitiable wreck, Dagny retreated to the beta testing room to check on the people inside. She knew from experience that people tended to try and steal some of the prototypes.
“Hey, ID,” she said to one of the testers as he grumbled and paused his game to pull out his ID. She quickly raked her eyes over the ID and was about to nod when she noticed the name. She called security over pronto and had the man arrested for stealing.
When he was being dealt with, Dagny took out her phone and looked up the number of the guy in the database. She quickly dialed. “Is this Gilbert Beilschmidt?” she said to the other side. “I think I have yer ID.”
[ im sorry for not being on the past few days!
family business popped up. i should be back by tomorrow at the earliest. ]