Part 3 Forged

Able sits in bed, quietly petting the weasels who decided their own bed wasn't good tonight. They curl around in his lap, sort of coiled around each other rather awkwardly. He thought of the day he had, wondering if he should do something?

He didn't like the idea of being watched during such an indecent thing, especially not by screeching.... whatever it was. The bandaged person said it was the clothes but he wasn't convinced it isn't some sort of wraith. He sighs, sitting up for a long, long time. Sleep never came easy for him in these times of unease.

---

The next morning Able quickly got ready for the day. This was his chance to make it up to the Bandaged person, actually pay attention and properly try to remember the lesson. He put his suit on, which seemed to give the person a bit of joy. He looked around the room. There was the weird.....food...(?) he was brought a while back.

Only one of them left. He decided this might be the time to try something he was given. He almost immediately regretted it, a strong sour and sweet flavor, overwhelming him. He wheezed, how could they eat so many?!

He shakes that experience off, and heads up, he knew his lesson was soon. Heading up to the study was.... More empty than he expected. He looks around. Was he too early? He thought he was late, surely.

Able:....Ma'am?.

The room is scattered about in a mild sort of disarray.

The jade-cornered desk is covered in various empty bottles, some that Able recognized as the mushroom wines of the Neath but others that were more exotic in their labeling; beside them, a torn feather pillow rests, hanging on the side of the desk and spilling wine-covered feathers onto the floor.

On the walls, various paintings are hung up in blues and greens that Able doesn't recognize as any particular settings in the Neath. Around, the bookshelves have their contents scattered about on the floor, with some overturned pages stained with honey and various other betrayals of improper conduct. The only thing that seems in fine condition is Able's desk, but even that has small red scraps (evidently from the torn feather pillow) hanging from the corner.

Above, the metal shuttered is partially opened, but not full enough for anyone to fit through; there isn't any candlelight shining above.

Able looks at the mess, a bit disturbed by how violently its be torn apart. Maybe this was a lesson though? Something about tidying. Able suddenly groans.

Able: Oy! Are you awake?! I am waiting for my lesson!

There's a pained, deep groan echoing out from the hatch; a familiar voice rings out, slightly slurred.

The Bandaged: -Slightly lisping.- Mmmh! Mmh. . .ughh. . .

A familiar bandaged face comes into view from the hole; the bandaged woman(?) isn't wearing her(?) glasses, and brown eyes peek out, squinting at the gaslight in the main room.

The Bandaged: Ugh. . classes are. . .cancelled. . .

Able crosses his arms, looking very miffed.

Able: Absolutely not! It is your responsibility to teach me!.

The bandaged woman(?) pulls away from the hole; above, Able can hear things creaking about.

The Bandaged: -Distant.- Ugh. . .kids. . .

The Bandaged woman(?) returns into view, and a blur of fabric flies down from the hole; it clatters on the ground, scattering coins everywhere. A bag of loose change lies on the floor, its contents partially scattered about.

The Bandaged: -Distant.- There. Your lesson today can be on personal finance; go buy yourself something nice. Now, leave me alone.

The bandaged woman(?) pulls away; a moment later, the shutter closes a little more, but not completely; Able can see a blue light wink into view, shining dimly down into the main room.

Able looks at the bag, and does pocket it, but still miffed stands under the hatch.

Able: If you don't get down here I will find a way up!

Able squints, wondering if he could stack some books up into a pile big enough.... maybe use his desk? He thinks about this for a second.

Able decides he can probably make a stable stack of things, and starts gathering objects, dragging over his desk as well. He stacks books higher and higher. This seemed stable, he thought. This took a fairly long time, and he felt like he was close to the hatch by about an half hour of stacking.

He goes up one last time, and a book under one poorly placed book suddenly falls out of place. Able has about two seconds to shriek, and he backs up(a mistake) and that causes the whole tower to come falling apart, and taking Able down with it.

Able can see the hatch open up a bit, and an annoyed, bandaged face sticks out.

The Bandaged: What do you want n-

A small shriek interrupts bandaged woman's(?) thought, a look of delayed panic; in a moment, the woman(?) forces the metal shutter open and falls through the hole. . .

. . .but she's(?) falling too slow (the effect of their sigil writing slowing their descent).

Able can see the bandaged woman(?) pulling their arm back, and they suddenly whip their hand forward with a loud, pained grunt. Their hand seems to fly off of their wrist, connected to their arm by a writhing, shapeless mass of black.

As their palm flies towards Able's face, he feel a sharp, hard object hit the back of his head (right above the nape of his neck) and shatter, and the pain grows sharply before tapering off quickly, turning the world dark as Able loses consciousness. . .

---

He dreams of the ocean, a warm ocean that turns freezing, his lungs gasping no matter how hard he tries to hold his breath. He feels his lungs freeze, filling with icy water. He's drowning....

---

Able sits up in bed, gasping, choking, his lungs feel like fire as he takes hasty, harsh breaths. He's shaking as he looks around. He's crying, shivering as his body slowly realizes he's not surrounded by black water. He shudders.

One of the weasels has touched his hand with their head. They wanted food. Yes...

He wipes his face, taking the weasel into his arms to their bowl, still shaking as he fills their bowl.

Able: ah... you are... safe. Good.

He stands there, watching them eat, he feels the pit in his stomach disappear slowly. Then he remembers, he...fell? He fell far trying to do something. Lessons. Yes.

Able: ....Huh.

He remembers a small detail, something odd. The bandaged person's arm.....was off... something he can't quite picture in his head. It was probably a nightmare.... right?

A figure stirs in the corner of the dark room; the bandaged woman(?) is sitting, leaning against the section of wall to the right of Able's; besides them, an almost (but not quite) full bottle of honey rests on the floor without it's lid. They speak quietly, their voice slightly lisped.

The Bandaged: . . .good. . .good, you're. . .you're awak'h. . .

Able looks over, nearly jumping. Was she watching him..?

Able:...You..? What are you...doing....

The bandaged woman(?) stands up, leaning slightly against the wall; honey stains linger on the bandages around the woman's(?) mouth.

The Bandaged: There's. . .there's an old rumor , you see. . .see, peoples could. . .could shar' a honey-dreams's, y'know. . .

The bandaged woman(?) steps closer to Able, their hands tracing a path along the wall to guide themselves towards his bed.

The Bandaged: . . .I thought tha'h. . .if I saw you in a dream'ses, that you were still. . .here. . .

The bandaged woman(?) stands by Able's bed, leaning slightly over him. The smell of honey filters over them as the woman(?) gives heaved breathing.

The Bandaged: . . .lot of blasted nonsense. . .didn'h. . .

The bandaged woman(?) slumps onto Able, their arms limply wrapping around Able as the honey jar rolls out of their hands, falling to the floor with a soft thud and spilling honey onto the floor.

The Bandaged: . . .didn'h work at all. . ..

Able, a fairly sturdy individual, takes this large woman by the sides, moving them to sit on the bed, and holds up a finger as if to tell them to wait. He looks very stern as he gets onto the floor on all fours.

Able: Goodness.

He pulls out a rag from under the bed, and uses it to clean up the honey from the floor, upturning the jar while he does to make sure it doesn't spill anymore. When he's happy with how it is, he moves the Honey covered objects up a high out of reach place for the weasels before returning to the bed, sitting.

The bandaged woman(?) is laying face down on the bed, kneeling on the floor while their upper torso lies flat on the edge of the bed. They're still muttering, their voice muffled by bed sheets.

The Bandaged: -Muffled.- . . .'m a f. . .ghhff. . .

Able touches their back, just keeping it there.

Able: Are you normally so reliant on these things?.

The bandaged woman(?) doesn't react to their touch, instead merely shifting their bent legs on the ground.

The Bandaged: -Muffled.- . . .n. . .nah'g. . .just. . .used'ed d'it to see if'n you. . .were alive'ses. . .s'. . .'s the last time you'll see i'h, I can tell you tha'h. . .

The bandaged woman(?) lifts their head, dull brown eyes staring at Able through the gaps of bandages.

The Bandaged: -Lisping.- . . .youse's. . .you ought've had a better teacher. . .mmm. . .

She(?) moves herself, propping herself up on her arms for a moment before slumping over onto their side on the mattress.

The Bandaged: -Lisping.- . . .you shoul'h get. . .a new teach'uh, Mann. . .maybe they'd keep you from bein' hall busted up. . .

Able didn't pick up most of that, and honestly he wasn't about to ask her to repeat herself. Then he hears....that name. Ah... He never fixed that huh?

Able:....It's Able.

Able felt that whatever they were slurring was a bit, sad.

The bandaged woman(?) lifts their head up off of the bed sheets, looking at Able with glazed, honey-addled eyes.

The Bandaged: -Slurring.- . . .yea'h. . .you're able to leave, if you'se. . .youse's want to. . .

Able sighs, this happened more than he'd like, and puts his hand on their shoulder.

Able: My name. Its not Mann, it's Able. Able Price..

The bandaged woman(?) lifts their head up a little higher; they raise a shaky arm, lightly brushing the back of their hand against Able's cheek.

The Bandaged: -Lisping.- . . .Able Price. . .'s a nice name'sez. . .

Able smiles a bit, chuckling.

Able: I'm fairly attached to it. Do you have a name, or should I keep calling you ma'am?

Able grabs their hand, squeezing it, just glad to see they're a little more lucid, if only barely.

The bandaged woman(?) holds Able's hand, getting worked up but barely able to move; they gesture their other hand about, losing their support and sinking into the bed.

The Bandaged: -Slurring.- I'll hav' you know, I've got many names's. . .ol' Wraps's. . .

The bandaged woman(?) is kicking their legs a little, pushing themselves into Able's bed.

The Bandaged: -Slurring.- . . .Bloody Rags'es. . .

The bandaged woman(?) is partially on the bed, a leg hanging over the edge.

The Bandaged: -Slurring.- . . .th'. . .the Vivishected. . ..

Able seems to roll their eyes a bit. Seems he won't be getting a straight answer from them like this. Best put them to bed before they start making more of a mess but...He looks up at the hatch.. No here is fine.

Able: Alright, ok. Off to sleep with you..

He tries to lift the Bandaged into the bed more properly. He finds out just how heavy they are, and groans a bit as he sets them up right.

Able: ggh..... s-see... I will tuck you in... you will have pleasant dreams like this.

He picks up the blankets from the floor, covering the Bandaged person. He gives them a final pat before standing up.

The bandaged woman(?) reaches out, clinging at Able's sides none too gently. They speak in lisping words, pulling Able towards the bed.

The Bandaged: . . .noo. . .d'. . .d'hon't want's to sleep alone. . .

Able almost crashes into the bed, grunting with the forceful treatment. He starts to struggle a bit, groaning.

Able: You are old enough to sleep on your own....

The bandaged woman(?) clings to Able, their grip not letting up.

The Bandaged: Nnnh. . .don't. . .don'h want the bad dreams'es again. . .staaay. . .

Able struggles, but its no use, The Bandaged person's grip is firm. Able sighs, looking down at them, disgruntled about this. He blinks. They're asleep... He tries to move again. Nothing..

Able falls asleep like this, his sleep not troubled, oddly enough despite the awkward position. Maybe it was the warmth? He never found out, perhaps he was just a better sleepier than he thought...

---

The morning is rough, even with him well rested, Able felt sore in his back. He groans, looking down at the woman he inadvertently slept with. He stretches, bothered but he needed to get up. He pries himself away from his teacher, simply tucking them back in before going about his morning business. The weasels where happily playing with one another, and left some of the bones, but none of the marrow of their last meal.

He scraps these before starting to get out new meat for them. They don't seem interested, oddly enough, and jumps around at him as he's kneeling.

He laughs, happy they seem to be in such good spirits. He takes his time to pull out a cloth toy, letting them pretend it was prey. He moves it around the room with a bit of string, and they chase it with a great determination. Able sets the toy away once the weasels turn to their food, seemingly tired from all the bounding around and toppling over each other. He watches them eat for a long time before he starts to leave the room. He turns the valve to open the bottom hatch, the lights fading out. Able slowly heads down to the kitchen area, deciding to undress just outside the bath. He didn't want these clothes to be wet, after all.

Able hums a tune quietly, a lullaby he remembered from a long time ago. He sets his clothes onto a nearby chair. Able was a small man, but he was fairly bulky looking, and certainly looked like a man who worked hard. Muscles weren't defined by any means, but he was strong for his size. Little, almost invisible scars dotted his body, and unless you were looking for them, you wouldn't be able to tell. Hair covered his body in thick patches, most notably on his chest and arms, certainly helping cover the scars.

There were very few areas in which he didn't have hair, most of him covered, with a well defined happy trail you couldn't miss a mile away. Able steps into the washroom, slowly stretching before he goes to fill this, well clearly ridiculous bath. He had watched the Bandaged person do this a couple times, surely it wouldn't be difficult.

He was still fairly confused as to where the water was coming from, as this sort of device seemed... A bit more than his tub back home. He stares at the area that the Bandaged person had fiddled with the last time and stares at it. He pokes and prods at it. This doesn't do anything. He finds a knob, but he keeps trying to pull at this, and then squints. Knob. He turns it, and suddenly the water starts, and he jumps in surprise. At least it worked..?

The candlelight in the bathtub slowly flickers, burning down as Able continues to wash. . .

The door to the bathroom suddenly jostles, and Able can hear a slurred voice from the other side.

The Bandaged: -Lisping.- Urrghh. . ? . .why'zzit. . .why'zit locked. . .

The doorknob jostles in place, rattling loudly in the chambered bathroom.

He jumps a little in the bath, getting down so his body is at least covered with water.

Able: Go to bed!.

The doorknob jostles in place, spinning in it's holder. . .before the knob suddenly falls out of the socket, falling to the floor with a small thud; Able can see a now naked rod being pulled out of place, and a familiar brown-toned hand probing it's way through, trying to flick at the lock.

The Bandaged: -Lisping.- Forgot. . .the lock. . .hhgghhfff. . .

Her(?) fingers flip at the latch, and the door opens inward; the bandaged woman(?) falls onto the floor, hitting their face on the edge of the bathtub. The woman(?) doesn't respond, before groaning in pain.

The Bandaged: -Groaning.- . . .owwwwwwww. . .

The bandaged woman(?) slowly sits up, their grip shaky on the edge of the bathtub as they lift themselves up; they're partially undressed(? To the extent that bandages can be considered "bare"), wearing only one undershirt (eyes embroidered on the top of the shoulders and teeth going round the armholes), and a glove on one hand.

The Bandaged: -Lisping.- . . .sore'hf. . .

The bandaged woman(?) is pulling themselves over the lip of the bathtub, their legs kicking slightly against the floor before the upper half of their body sinks into the water. The woman(?) sighs, a few bubbles of air burbling to the surface of the murky water.

Able waddles over to them, now fairly worried they might drown in this state.

Able: Oy, what are you doing??

Able tries to jostle the bandaged person.

The bandaged woman(?) doesn't respond, instead breathing out more wet burbles in the bath.

. . .Able felt no resistance to them when they jostled their torso. Looking into the bath, there's an indiscernible ring of black along the submerged part of the bandaged woman's(?) torso, spreading like a cloud in the water.

Able suddenly shrieks, trying to pull up the bandaged person from the bath. He looks down at their body, now very concerned. Are they bleeding? Do they need help? He couldn't tell.

Able: The hell...?! Are you dying?.

Able struggles in lifting the bandaged person from the bath, being able to only lift their head and shoulders up to the surface of the water (due mostly in part to buoyancy). The bandaged woman(?) vaguely stirs, their bandages completely soaked through and spattering water as they speak.

The Bandaged: -Lisping.- Hee. . .starlight. . .

Able can feel no resistance from the bandaged person's lower half; looking down, they can see a long strip of black in the water, connecting the bandaged woman's(?) torso to their hip, and what Able can feel of it seems to be tube-like in nature.

He seems to lose his nerve a bit, getting a little sick at the sight. He tries to keep the Bandaged person up though, but he struggles a bit to do so.

Able: G...gg ..Are you ok??? Ma'am!

He is struggling to do anything but sort of hold them up, as if they would sink if he let go. Able feels like he was going to be ill if he had to deal with their dead body in the bathroom for however long it took them to get back.

The bandaged woman(?) stirs vaguely, burbling a small bit of water.

The Bandaged: -Lisping.- . . .m'h fiiiiine. . .

The bandaged woman(?) lifts an arm, gesturing.

The Bandaged: -Slurring.- . . .'s. . .'sh fine, y'see. . .

A wet plop; a part of their raised arm, from the middle of the forearm onwards, fell into the water, connected to the stump by series of black, wet tubes.

The Bandaged: -Lisping.- . . .hhhee, whoops. . .

Able screeches before his stomach almost gives out. He stops it, only tasting it in the back of his throat before it goes back down. He groans, feeling disgusting with that taste lingering.

Able: Please, tell me this is normal for you....

The bandaged woman(?) looks around, up at the ceiling of the bathroom with their brown eyes glazing for a bit.

The Bandaged: -Lisping.- Mmh. . .w. . .where. . .where're. . .the dots. . .

The bandaged woman(?) stirs a little more, lifting the stump of their fallen-apart arm and 'pointing' towards the sky. She(?) starts raising their voice.

The Bandaged: -Lisping; a bit upset.- . . .w. . .where's the sun. . ?

The bandaged woman(?) seems to be lacking lucidity, and don't seem to be responding directly to Able.

Able tries to pull the bandaged person towards the edge of the bath, to at least pull some of them into their lap.

Able: hhf, you are all over the place...

The bandaged woman(?) floats easily in the water (moving them around in the water is easier than directly lifting them out of the bath); the woman(?) is flailing the stump of their arm, their eyes widening as they're speak drunkenly.

The Bandaged: -Agitated.- W. . .where'sh the sky. . .w. . .why's it so'h dark. . .w. . .where'hs the sun'h. . .

The bandaged woman(?) is flailing weakly in the tub, their speech delayed as they 'hit' Able.

The Bandaged: -Agitated; slurring.- H'h, no'h. . .I'm no'h going. . .you can'h make me. . .lemme'h stay. . .

Their torso is separating further from their hip, still connected by a black, indiscernible swatch under the water. . .

Able sits at the edge of the bath as they hoist their teacher so that their head lay on his knees. Able noted that they were easier to move like this. He kept them like this so they at least wouldn't drown. He didn't like the thought of anyone drowning.

Able: Hush. You can relax now. I will be sure you do not fall.

He holds them there, afraid to properly take them out of the bath until they sobered up. He rests his hand on their forehead, sighing. They seemed to be a lot of trouble like this, perhaps he should talk to them about it later?

The bandaged woman(?) is groaning rather pathetically, their arms flailing wildly suddenly (though the hits Able receive don't have much force behind them); outside of the bath, Able can see their legs kicking rather aggressively, though without making any stable footing.

The Bandaged: -Agitated; slurring.- No! No'h, I don'th want to go. . .where. . .

The bandaged woman(?) suddenly raises a fist; they hit Able in the shoulder (a little harder than before).

The Bandaged: -Upset.- Where'sh my famil'h. . ! . .w. . .where's my hou's. . !

The bandaged woman(?) is wriggling in Able's grip, their eyes (though still glazed) darting around in the dark room.

The Bandaged: -Upset, lisping.- I don't want'h to go'h! It's dark! It's too'h dark!

The bandaged woman(?) is separating farther from their hip as they wriggle, their hips wriggling slowly down the side of the bathtub with a wet squelch as the pile of black tubes rubs against the outside of the bathtub.

The Bandaged: -Agitated.- Le'h me go'h! I wan'h to see them! Why ar'h they stay'n!?

The bandaged woman(?) is trying to shake free from Able's grip, their voice slowly raising in volume.

The Bandaged: -Agitated; hitting Able with their good arm.- I wan'h to stay! I don'h wanna be alon'h! Ju'sh a little more tim'h!

Able hisses, regardless of the strength of the impact he really didn't enjoy being hit. He has no idea what they're going on about, or why they were so upset. He wasn't taking them anywhere and certainly weren't doing anything wrong he thought. He seems to get a little miffed, grabbing their good wrist.

Able: Enough of that. I am not taking you anywhere! You are simply here with me..

The bandaged woman(?) struggles in Able's grip, their arm wriggling a bit; the hand of the held arm falls off of the arm completely, the black tubes separating with a sickening wet sound as the hand falls into the water. The woman(?) fidgets.

The Bandaged: -Agitated; slurring.- Le'mmeh go! . .l. . .lemme. . .l. . .

The bandaged woman(?) slowly goes limp in Able's grip, their head sinking in the water slightly and their eyes glazing over with water.

The Bandaged: -Placid; weakly.- . . .lemme'h. . .lemme go hom'h. . .

The bandaged woman's(?) head is fidgeting in Able's lap, moving so they're looking up at the ceiling; their hand has sunk to the bottom of the bath, floating in the currents as the bandaged woman slowly, quietly, breathes.

The Bandaged: -Weakly.- . . .a'h wanna see the sun'h. . .ah need it. . .pleas'h. . .

---

Able sits at the edge of the bath for what seems like forever, listening to their teacher babbling about things he didn't understand, until she calmed down. He just hoped that this wasn't common, or at least more manageable most times. All this trouble from honey, a troublesome substance he knew, but he didn't think it was this bad. He made more promises in his head to not consume this.

The bandaged woman is floating in the tub, their brown eyes partially glazed over but looking up at the ceiling in one place rather than darting around wildly like before.

The Bandaged: -Lisping slightly.- . . .w. . .where am I. . .

The bandaged woman(?) is lifting their head slightly.

The Bandaged: -Squinting; lisping.- . . .is'h this my bathroom. . ?.

Able looks down at them, gently touching their forehead.

Able: Ah, you seem a bit more lucid. You are home still.

Able looks tired, like he was about to pass out if he wasn't sitting up.

The bandaged woman(?) squints their eyes more tightly, and lifts their head higher; they're looking at the bathtub, and the top of their hip (now slumped over the edge of the bathtub, black tubes pulsating and making the tiniest of ripples in the water's surface).

The Bandaged: -Squinting; slightly affronted.- . . .is that my body?

Able nods, glad they're finally speaking more normally.

Able: Yes. You fell apart a bit...

The Bandaged: . . .huh. Haven't done that in a while. . .

The bandaged person slumps back into Able's lap, lifting their arms to touch their own face.

The Bandaged: . . .well, I'm sure that. . .hm?

The bandaged woman(?) looks at the stump of her(?) arm (of which is still connected to the rest of the forearm by a single long black tube) and the stump of her(?) wrist (of which the corresponding hand is at the bottom).

The Bandaged: . . .hm. . .well. . .

The bandaged woman(?) tilts their head back, looking at Able with a familiar sparkle in their eye.

The Bandaged: . . .I suppose I ought to be sorry for falling apart on you.

Able can see the corners of their eyes crease into crow's feet as an implied smile widens across their visage.

Able, maybe because he was tired, or maybe because he could just finally relax, touches their face with a bit of a gentleness.

Able: Hm, perhaps. I'm glad you didn't try to bathe by yourself or cause a ruckus in the room, at the least.

He sighs pulling his hand away.

Able: Mh, well perhaps you should be pulling yourself together?

The bandaged woman(?) lifts their head, looking around.

The Bandaged: . . .hm. I can do my torso, I think. . .can you grab my hand, then?

The bandaged woman(?) closes their eyes, squinting hard for a moment; in a second, Able can hear a sickening sort of squelching as the bandaged woman's(?) upper body pulls out of Able's lap, sinking briefly in the water. Through the water, Able can see the swatch of murky black in the water pulse, causing the water to ripple as the woman's(?) torso slowly returns to their hip. They can hear burbling and see bubbles rising to the surface, but no words are discernible.

Able gets back into the bath proper, reaching down to where their hand fell and lifting it out of the water, fairly disturbed still. Is this what people just look like on the inside? He wondered.

Able: Hm. Very odd..

The black, tapered tubes originating out of the wrist of the hand suddenly wriggles, the tubes blindly writhing (with some longer tubes touching Able's wrist and brushing a sludge-like liquid onto their wrist. Meanwhile, the bandaged person's torso is slowly reattaching with their hip, and the detached arm slowly returns underwater as well; after a moment, the bandaged woman(?) props themselves up in the bath, one hand resting on the floor of the bathtub while they kneel with their upper half over the water and their lower half kneeling at the lip of the tub.

The Bandaged: -Coughing.- Hrk. . .god, got water in my nose. . !

The bandaged woman(?) is breathing sharply, spitting some water out of their nostrils.

Able looks very disturbed at the hand, and then the bandaged person, but doesn't make much of a reaction. He's very tired at this point, even though he slept, it felt like his day was so long. He moves to the Bandaged person, offering both the hand, and their assistance.

Able: Do you normally spill your guts everywhere?

The bandaged person grabs the hand out of Able's grip, tutting quietly as they lift themselves into a kneeling position by the edge of the tub.

The Bandaged: Goodness, learn to observe; don't you remember the color of intestines and tendons from your anatomy lesson?

Able: The black intestines? Yes, I remember.

The Bandaged: -Miffed.- It was a dark maroon. Unless you want a lesson in color acuity, you ought to know that dark red is not the same as black.

The bandaged person sticks the arm onto the stump of their wrist, turning it round once; immediately, the writing tubes of black weaving into each other and falling into place; they stand up, grabbing for where the doorknob SHOULD'VE been.

The Bandaged: 'Sides, it's. . .hm.

The bandaged woman(?) reaches down, grabbing the doorknob and shunting it back into its slot.

The Bandaged: It's not guts. It's tentacles. Anyways, toodles!

The bandaged woman(?) steps out of the bathroom, closing the door of the bathroom behind them.

Able: ....wh....ten......WHAT?