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we can definitely continue this rp if you want!! i really liked it a lot. uvu

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ooc: of course ~
sorry for the hella lateness btw. i kind of lost interest in wcrpg for awhile, so i kind of just fell of the face of the earth, but i should be around way more now, but i probably won't be terribly active this month since it's april, and i have a ton of standardized testing + it's my last year of high school soooo just a fair warning.

thank you, i'll check it out!! i'm not really much of a group rper, but i'll take a look. u v u

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ic: School had gone accordingly after gym, much to Mathias's relief. It was rare for the blond to really care about anything, but after the little dodgeball thing, he did not need anymore excitement for the day. He didn't like it. In spite of whatever impression it was he gave that made him so alluring to the student body, he was lazy and would've preferred to avoid conflict although he had a natural way about him that seemed to rile people up what with his sarcastic manner and blunt ideals.

As expected, Mathias was slow to arrive to the cafeteria, partially because he wasn't in any hurry and partially because some girl had stopped him to talk. That happened a lot though. The blond didn't even try, and they just flocked to him, but if he was going to be honest, he really didn't even like girls. Hell, he didn't even really like guys. Romance or even infatuation was something he was so terribly inexperienced at that it was almost a bit alarming, but it just wasn't something he cared about. That was aside from the point though.

Taking his time, the teen couldn't help but glance around the cafeteria, frowning slightly at the crowded conditions, but he wasn't necessarily bothered by it. Just didn't like it. However, everybody seemed to be going on and on about something which led Mathias to believe he'd missed something. Huh, that seemed to happen a lot actually.. Oh, well.

It was rare for Mathias to eat much, so the blond settled for just grabbing a water bottle, still scanning the room until his eyes landed on -- there. His emerald gaze locked on Wren like a hawk as Mathias contemplated on what he wanted to do. He did agree to helping the other out, right? Right. Then again.. eh, then again nothing. He didn't really have an excuse, so without a second thought, he hastily began to approach the other, letting out a clear [color=black]"Hey," to give the other male fair warning of his presence.

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ooc: i have absolutely, positively no ideas actually. owo how uncharacteristic.. aha, jk. i'm like the most uncreative person to walk this earth.

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ic: Mathias watched with careful observation as the other spun around to meet his gaze. He seemed.. kinda jumpy, but the blond wasn't about to ask any questions. He kept to himself and stayed out of the other people's business. He wasn't necessarily a polite person, but he had morals. That was one of them.

Arching an eyebrow, he only blinked at Wren's question. What did he need? Now that he thought about it, he.. hadn't really thought up an excuse before coming over. He just had. Mathias didn't have a reason. "Uh, yeah, I-- are you okay?" he asked, noticing how Wren was now leaning against the wall. Being the observant person he was, it wasn't hard for the teen to see something was wrong. Plus, it gave him a chance to avoid the other male's question. [color=black]"And um, about the whole helping me with anything thing.. don't worry about it. I didn't really do anything that great.." Well, he hadn't. Seriously, all he'd done was choose the other for his team in dodgeball out of all things. That wasn't exactly what Mathias would call a big deal.

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ooc: that works!!
i was actually going to have mathias do that anyway. owo you must've read my mind or somethin'.

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ic: Mathias blinked in slight surprise at the other's sudden cough, and of course, he caught sight of his palm when he pulled it away from his lips, his stomach twisting when he saw the blood. Oh. Now he had a pretty good idea of what he'd missed. Of course. It made a lot of sense now that he thought about it.

[color=black]"If it's cool, how about I walk you there? You don't look so great." he offered, although he was planned on doing it regardless of how Wren answered. The other really didn't look too great, and while Mathias wasn't a very sympathetic person, he didn't want the other to get anynore hurt than he already was, and he looked like he could've needed the help. Besides, it's not like he had anything better to do.

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ooc: aw, thanks. u wu
i really like roleplaying with you too.

tbh, that's actually a really cool power. ovo like reeeally cool.

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[color=black]ic: "It really is," Mathias stated bluntly, watching the other straighten with a slightly off gait. He silently followed behind Wren, ignoring any stray glances he got as they left the cafeteria. He stayed quiet throughout the walk but stayed exceptionally close to Wren, ready to catch the other male if he happened to collapse or stumble. Honestly, he resembled a mother hen doting over its chick, but that wasn't exactly Mathias's intention. He just didn't want the other to hurt himself anymore than he already was.

When they reached the infirmary, Mathias simply stared at the doors for a few seconds before glancing over at Wren when he spoke up. Blinking, he took the ear mufflers from the other when they were handed to him, deciding to go ahead and take Wren's advice by putting them on before following him into the large room.

His viridian eyes locked on Nurse Flora when she turned to greet them, only nodding in response, but his attention quickly turned back to Wren when the other bumped into him. He seemed.. kinda nervous? Why? Mathias had no clue, and it was safe to say he really wasn't expecting what she said next.

He visibly flinched at the woman's words, even though they weren't directed at him. Ow. That was kinda.. really loud and unexpected. It had definitely surprised him, that was for sure. Mathias stayed where he was, not even bothering to move or say anything until he heard Nurse Flora told him to get some gauze and a scalpel. The blond nodded before briskly turning on his heels, trailing towards the cabinet she'd pointed to.

Although Mathias hadn't gotten a terribly good view, he'd caught a brief glance of Wren's torso and from what he could tell, it hadn't looked so great. That alone was enough to make his stomach jump into his throat, but he quickly swallowed the feeling, opening the cabinet, hastily grabbing what he'd been instructed to get.

"Yes, ma'am." he muttered quietly before closing the cabinet, the gauze nestled into the crook of his arm and scalpel clutched between his fingers carefully. When he reached Nurse Flora, he held out the supplies expectantly but stayed wordless all the same.

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ooc: it just keeps getting more and more terrifying but still pretty darn cool. (/u\)

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[color=black]ic: Mathias stayed silent throughout the procedure, not really bothering to say much, and instead stuck to doing what Nurse Flora asked of him although he did pay strict attention to the severity of Wren's wounds. Yeah, he'd expected them to be bad, but.. a broken rib? That really didn't settle well with the blond at all, and it was safe to say it kinda pissed him off someone would do that to the other. It's not like he'd deserved it. He didn't deserve at all. Mathias understood the whole weeding the superheroes out from the sidekicks thing, but there were limits, you know? You had to draw a line in the sand somewhere.

After the blood had been cleared away, and Wren was all bandaged up, he turned his attention to Nurse Flora once more as she spoke, nodding and taking the bandages from her when she handed them to him. He supposed he had nothing else to do, but wait now.. So, without a second thought, he pulled a chair up by the table and sat down heavily, keeping the box of bandages secure in his lap as he waited for the other to wake up. He had a few questions to ask.

When Wren came to and actually spoke up, Mathias turned his attention to the shorter male, seeming rather focused, but his expression stayed as blunt as ever. "It wasn't too bad.." was all he muttered as he gave the other a quick once over before arching an eyebrow. "I'm going to assume you feel better now?" It sounded like more of a question than a statement.

Mathias wasn't exactly sure why he was so concerned about the other now. It's not like he had to get involved. He was only around to help for the sheer fact that he'd been asked to do so. Still.. he felt some kind of moderate worry for Wren's well-being, and that was a bit unsettling for the blond, mostly because it was rare for him to really care much about anything. That.. was a useless topic to think about though. He had more important things to dwell on.

"How often do they beat you like that?" The words flew out of his mouth before his brain really had time to think his statement over. He hadn't meant to sound so blunt and insensitive about it, he just.. he was a blunt guy, and he really wasn't sure how else to go about it. It's not like it was exactly something he could sugarcoat. Even so, he made no attempts to apologize or rearrange his words, and instead kept his eyes on Wren, simply waiting for a response he would hopefully receive.