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Bad day?

Tryin' ta make fish hooks outta scrap metal. Stuck the damn thing right in my thumb. *sucks on the pad of his thumb*

Poor baby. Are we gonna have to amputate?

You wanna get smart with me, then we'll stick a hook in your damn thumb and see how you like it.

I've had worse.

I'll say this: you know a pretty wide range of curses.

*seems caught off guard*

Hey.

Didn't think anyone was listening?

Didn't give a damn if they were or not. Son of a bitch hurts like hell. *shows her the makeshift hook in his thumb*

*visibly winces and reaches for his hand* Can you get it out?

*lets her see it, very hesitantly* That would be what the cursin' was for. The goin' in wasn't the hard part. It was me gettin pissed enough to try and yank it out.

Maybe you just need a fresh set of eyes. *touches the hook with her fingers*

I got my glasses. *half-glares and then jumps like hell when she touches the hook*

Damnit, Freckles! What part of hurts like a sonofabitch didn't you understand?

Stop being such a baby. *looks down at it again*

It's in there pretty good. Do you want me to try and get it out?

Ohhh no. No way. You think I forget about that dart or somethin'? Fool me once is one too many for me.

I'm sure Jules will take it out for me. *regrets saying it as soon as he opens his big mouth*

*mouths the nickname to herself, and then realization dawns*

Juliet?

Forget it. Just take the damn thing out.

... okay.

*pauses, looking up at him* Don't pull your hand away. This is going to hurt.

*grabs onto his wrist with one hand and holds it steady while she starts to gently pull the hook out*

SONOFA... *grits his teeth* Okay, stop, stop.

Damnit... *grumbles* Can't you do it quicker or somethin'?

*stops and looks up at him with a mix of exasperation and amusement*

And what, risk tearing out a good chunk of your skin? Just hold on. It's almost out.

You owe me somethin' good after this. Just sayin'. Go ahead. *grits his teeth again*

I don't owe you anything, James. *smiles just the same and turns the hook slightly in order to pull it the rest of the way out*

SON OF A BITCH! *pulls his thumb back and immediately puts the pad to his mouth*

You know, Freckles, sometimes I think you like hurtin' me.

Whatever gave you that idea?

That pretty little smirk of yours, maybe. *pulls his thumb back and assesses the damage*

Well, it doesn't look like you'll need stitches.

You wanna kiss it and make it better?

You'd like that a little too much, I think.

Aw, come on Freckles. It's just my thumb. That ain't EVEN first base.

*raises an eyebrow, keeping her eyes trained on him all the while as she presses her lips to the pad of his thumb*

*eyes soften just a little* See, that wasn't so bad, now was it? *drags his thumb across her lower lip, making sure to to bleed on her*

*sucks her lower lip into her mouth* After you stopped whining about the pain, anyway.

Well, I can't say it didn't pay off.

How you been, Freckles?

About the same.

How're you doing, James?

Oh you know... drinkin' wine, gettin' a tan. Avoiding monsters. You know, just another day in paradise. Found a pretty good book the other day. Been keepin' me occupied.

Why am I not surprised?

What can I say, kitten, I've become a creature of habit. Maybe I'm settlin' down in my old age. *waggles his eyebrows*

Oh, I'll believe that when I see it.

Who knows. Maybe if you stay in one place long enough, you just might.

Problem, James?

Just got a damn hook stuck in my thumb. It's the last time I try and make anything outta that scrap metal from the plane. Son of a bitch hurts like hell.

Was the hook rusted? Let me see your thumb. The last thing we need is you dropping dead.

Maybe that's best for everybody. *pauses*

Here. *holds out his thumb* It ain't rusted, just jagged as all hell. That's what I get for thinkin' I could get creative with scrap metal.

smirks and takes his wrist, pulling him towards her tent, reaches in and brings out a small bottle of alcohol, pours it on his thumb

Poor baby.

*follows her without much choice and tenses as the alcohol begins to burn* Can't I just drink it instead?

*applauds*

*rolls his eyes just a little* Yeah, yeah, I'm an artist.

Absolytely, no one curses with quite your style.