Roleplay for Kait & Miguel

Cinder started working on the cut. "Uh-huh.." She put more peroxide on it and then continued wiping away all the blood. "Hurt yet?" Tempest blinked. "It's um. More for girls."

Gryll clenched his teeth and shook his head. "Nah, nah. Not at all. Hey uh, I have a question though." Mitch had an offended look on his face. "Are you trying to say I can't enjoy a good movie?"

Cinder put the cotton ball down. "We need to get you in the shower so you can wash the rest of it out of your hair then I can wrap you up with some gauze." She stretched and laid back beside him. "What's up?" Tempest shook her head. "Oh, no, that's not what I meant, um, yeah, sure, it's just, very romancey." She smiled slightly.

Gryll looked over at her, then back up at the ceiling. "Well, typically when someone goes to the doctor they get the doctor's number in case they have any questions.." He looked over at her through the corner of his eye. Mitch smiled back. "C'mon, give me a chance."

Cinder raised an eyebrow at him. "Right, I suppose so." She got up off the bed and stretched, yawning. "Well, get your ass in the shower so I can finish and I guess we can decide if you need further treatment after dinner, hm?" Tempest rolled her eyes. "Fine, you win."

Gryll got up and touched his head. "Sounds alright. Lead the way, Doctor." Mitch started walking towards the house. "I usually do."

Cinder left the room and walked down the hallway then pointed to the door beside her. "Bathroom. Wash your head." Tempest crossed her arms. "Mhm.."

Gryll walked down the hallway and stepped into the bathroom. He took off his hoodie and shirt then threw them in the sink. He turned on the shower, then sat down on the toilet. "So, how's stuff?" Mitch walked up to the door and opened it for Tempest. "Doubting isn't polite, Tempta-Tempest."

Cinder stared at him. "Good." Tempest walked in. "Did you just mess up my name?"

"Great." Gryll got up and kneeled in front of the bathtub, submerging his head into the stream of water. Mitch shook his head and followed her in. "No, no."

Cinder watched him. "You know it's not always good to have a doctor-patient relationship as well, outside of treatment. It's unprofessional." Tempest eyed him. "Then what was that?"

"It's not always good to ride with strangers to their house and use their showers, lay in bed with them, or let them near your face. I don't think 'professional' suits us." He turned off the water and shook the water from his hair. Gryll got up and sat back down on the toilet, and looked back at her. "But you are the doctor, after all." Mitch tried not to look her in the eyes. "Don't worry about it. So uh, where are we going to watch the movie?"

Cinder sat on top of the counter and crossed her legs. "Well, I guess it's up to the patient, then." Tempest stared at him. "The living room or my room."

Gryll reached around her and grabbed his shirt. "Well, the patient-" he put on his shirt and threw his hoodie over his shoulder. "Wouldn't mind that dinner. Or coming back for a checkup." He turned his head towards her. "Does it look alright?" Mitch thought about it for a moment. "Living room I guess." He said against every will in his body.

Cinder leaned back slightly, eyeing him. "Yeah, we just have to wrap you up now." Tempest shrugged. "Alright, I guess."

Gryll eyed her back. "Fair enough." He went back into her room and grabbed the medkit, then headed back. Mitch went into the living room and sat down on the couch. "I didn't really expect today to go like this." He said, shaking his head. "Not everyday someone gets dropped by a frisbee then goes home with them."

Cinder scooted off the counter and flattened out her dress. She held her hand out to receive the first aid kit. Tempest followed him and sat next to him, grabbing the remote. She smiled slightly. "Yeah, I guess so, huh?" She sighed. "It's all my fault, really."

Gryll handed her the first aid kit, but not before "accidentally" brushing his hand against hers. "Well, let's get this over with then." Mitch shook his head. "Nah, c'mon. It could have happened to anyone. Besides, if it weren't for that I wouldn't have met someone as cute as you." He smiled slightly at her, before getting up to turn on the TV.

Cinder raised an eyebrow at him. "Oh look at Mr. macho man here." She pulled out some padding, gauze, and tape. "Such a manly man." Tempest blinked at him then moved her hair to cover her face. "The movie should already be in the DVD player."

Gryll rolled his eyes at her. He took a seat on the edge of the tub, then looked up at her. "Thanks, I try." Mitch turned on the DVD player and walked back to the couch. He saw her covering her face. "You okay?"

Cinder wrapped his head in gauze. "Uh-huh." Tempest nibbled on a piece of her hair. "I'm fine."

"Yup." Gryll tried to get up from the edge of the tub, but slipped and fell in. He looked up at Cinder, but said nothing. Mitch sat down next to her and gave her the remote. "You know you'll get sick eating your hair like that."

Cinder looked down at him and blinked. "Are you trying to tell me you want to take a bath?" Tempest took it from him. "Mm.. It'll be fine." She sighed and switched the TV over to the DVD, starting up the movie.

Gryll glared at her, silently getting up from the tub. "Very funny." Mitch slumped in his seat slightly, folding his arms over his chest. "So uh.."

Cinder blinked innocently at him. "Thank you. I'm trying to be a stand up comedian." She held out her hand. "Please, sir, let me assist you in getting out. I know how hard it is for the elderly to move sometimes." Tempest looked at him. "Hm?"