forum Opposing Tides (Private RP with Circe)

Started September 11, 2019 by Deleted user

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Mercedes frowned and looked to Fane, who shrugged. "He insists on training all day instead of sitting." The doctor pulled a face and looked to Anto.

"I will neither confirm nor deny this," he said, giving her a casual shrug. "And it was only light training."

"Still on your feet," Fane said in a sing-song voice. Mercedes sighed softly and got up to kneel in front of Anto, doing a quick examination to see what was wrong. She looked to Fane and made some gestures. The first mate translated for Anto, "Did you ice it regularly?"

"Um…..yes?" he said, giving her a very unconvincing smile.
In truth, he found the task tedious and uncomfortable, so he refused to do it.

Mercedes lightly smacked Anto's arm, scowling at him, then at Fane. She widened her eyes and held up her hands. "Hey! It's not my job to boss him around all the time." The doctor gave the first mate a flat look, fingers pinching at the front of her shit and pulling, then pointing at the door, then at Anto. Fane rolled her eyes and said, "That's just a thing I do."

"A thing you do very often," he pointed put, "Something only a boss would be allowed to do."

Fane looked to Anto with an unimpressed brow raised. "Had I not been your first mate, would you let me do that?" she asked.

Anto thought on it for a moment, then shrugged. "I am not sure. Would I even know you if you we not my first mate?"

"I have a very noticeable presence," she said with a smirk, one hand twisting so her thumb was running back and forth over her bottom lip unconsciously. Mercedes pretended she didn't hear them as she frowned and thought about Anto's injuries. They might be inflamed, with the stress he put on them combined with not icing them.

No, you just like to yell a lot," Anto argued, crossing his arms over his chest. "It's different."

She stuck her tongue out at him. "Still noticeable. So, therefore, you would've known me. Plus, you were new, so I would've stuck my nose in your business eventually."

"You are very nosy," he agreed, then turned back to Mercedes. "What is the verdict, Doc?"

Fane curled her nose at Anto, mumbling, "Didn't stop you from liking me." Mercedes made a series of hand gestures, which Fane translated as she went. "She thinks they might be inflamed with too much stress and no ice. She's ordering you to take it easy again and for–what!? Nuh uh, I'm not babysitting." Mercedes rose a brow and crossed her arms. Fane shook her head adamantly.

"Just because I don't like to ice my leg does not mean I need a babysitter," Anto agreed, crossing his arms over his chest and scowling. "Why does everyone treat me like a child?"

Mercedes made a few more hand gestures, and Fane reluctantly translated. "Because you're stubborn like one." She sighed and pleaded with the doctor with her eyes to not be assigned to babysitting duty.

"Maybe so," he grumbled, scrunching his nose up, "But you act as though I cannot operate without her by my side."

Mercedes rose a brow and interlocked her pinkies right over her chest, indicating her heart. Fane scrunched her nose up and translated the unorthodox sign language. "She's asking but aren't we…" she fluttered her hand in the air, hoping he'd pick up on what she was saying.

"Well, yes, but you said babysitting," he explained, gently massaging his knees. "There is a difference between spending time together and being watched like a child.'

Mercedes gave Fane a flat look, then sighed through her nose and grabbed a notebook, not happy with how the first mate is translating the sign language. She wrote down what she was trying to say, then turned the notebook around for Anto to read. "I never said babysitting," it read with the 'I' underlined thrice, "That's just your girl being dramatic. I only want her to make sure you're doing what I say you should be doing."

"Well….fine, I suppose," Anto grumbled as he dug the heel of his hand into the top of his knee. "It is not like you have much do, anyways. All the crew is ashore."

Fane frowned down at Anto's hand digging into his knee, a brow raised curiously. "If you don't put ice on that, I'm going to strap you down and glue a bag of ice to your knee," she said.

"How am I supposed to get this ice if I cannot walk?" he challenged, ceasing his digging and crossing his arms over his chest.

Fane simply stuck her tongue out at him and poked his side. Mercedes made a show of sticking her finger into her mouth in a fake gag, then stood up to find some ice for Anto. She simply figured the two of them would go into Fane's room for the time being.

"Am I allowed to walk back to Fane's room, or do you want me to stay sitting?" Anto asked, confirming her thoughts.

The doctor flapped her hand in dismissal once she set a bucket of ice on Fane's lap, the first mate letting out a slight oof at the sudden cold weight.