[ "i'm fine. first aid first," tony says, waving off simba's concern about his blood-alcohol level. he commands jarvis to switch the lights back to default and to send dum-e here to clean up the mess. ]
Lemme see, [ tony orders and crooks his fingers for simba to hold his paw out. he's the self-appointed medical professional here. he'll be the judge of how to render the best aid, thank you. ]
[He extends his wounded hand to Tony, palm up. The blood is tacky and drying, dark on the tough skin of his palm. The worst damage is on the furred undersides of the fingers that had been wrapped around the bottle, but the strength of his grip means that there are some glass shards lodged in his palm, too. The pieces vary in size, and some of the smaller wounds seem to have closed already - even with glass still in them.]
I think a thorn is more traditional, but-
[He can't remember what that's from right now, anyway.]
[ tony's already reviewing the damage with a sympathetic wince, simba's paw dwarfing his hand beneath it. his gaze skips on the already-closed wounds, followed by a glance up at the gion, before he says, ] Yup, your verdict's sound. Let's go before any more shards get entombed and I have to cut them out.
[His voice is dry as dust, but entirely serious. He clambers to his feet - not as graceful as he might normally be, between the wounded hand throwing him off and his emotional state being slightly off-kilter. He still feels a little light-headed, a little off.]
I'd offer you a hand up, but under the circumstances- [He waves his uninjured hand vaguely and apologetically.] You're on your own.
[ tony stands faster than simba, actually, with only the slightest wobble. as simba clambers to his feet tony holds out a hand, just in case the big guy stumbles–as if he could withstand the gion's sheer size and weight. whatever. thought that counts. ] Yeah, I seem to be the steadier one at the moment, [ he observes. ] That happen every time you try to visit memory lane?
[ he nods to the door. follow him out; they can walk and talk. tony's gait is as strong as usual, despite the drinking. he sobers quickly when he wants to. after they leave, jarvis shuts off everything behind them. ]
[He follows Tony, holding his hand up and cradling it with his good hand, keeping both close to his chest. If his fur gets bloody, that's still better than dripping it on the floor, he reckons.]
Some things I can remember all right - movies and baseball games and books, stuff like that. A few things about my life. But if I try too hard to dig into things, then my head hurts. So I usually don't.
[Like the shield he still has carefully hidden in his closet. It's important, but he tries not to look at it or think about it.]
Never had it come on me like that before, but when it's just me, it's kinda hard to just stumble across something like that, you know? I- I couldn't even tell you what topics to avoid 'cause I have no idea what could cause that. Usually I have a bit of warning first before it feels like someone's stabbing my brain with a meat cleaver.
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Lemme see, [ tony orders and crooks his fingers for simba to hold his paw out. he's the self-appointed medical professional here. he'll be the judge of how to render the best aid, thank you. ]
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I think a thorn is more traditional, but-
[He can't remember what that's from right now, anyway.]
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[His voice is dry as dust, but entirely serious. He clambers to his feet - not as graceful as he might normally be, between the wounded hand throwing him off and his emotional state being slightly off-kilter. He still feels a little light-headed, a little off.]
I'd offer you a hand up, but under the circumstances- [He waves his uninjured hand vaguely and apologetically.] You're on your own.
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[ he nods to the door. follow him out; they can walk and talk. tony's gait is as strong as usual, despite the drinking. he sobers quickly when he wants to. after they leave, jarvis shuts off everything behind them. ]
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Some things I can remember all right - movies and baseball games and books, stuff like that. A few things about my life. But if I try too hard to dig into things, then my head hurts. So I usually don't.
[Like the shield he still has carefully hidden in his closet. It's important, but he tries not to look at it or think about it.]
Never had it come on me like that before, but when it's just me, it's kinda hard to just stumble across something like that, you know? I- I couldn't even tell you what topics to avoid 'cause I have no idea what could cause that. Usually I have a bit of warning first before it feels like someone's stabbing my brain with a meat cleaver.