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[loyalbreed]

I had entered into a bit of a scuffle with one of the students, he did not seem pleased with learning. As it were, we both got into an exchange and fight. I had thought Id be well without having my wounds looked at - seeing as I am a servant. However, I am without my parameters. So the wounds have yet to heal - would you be so kind as to look at the bruise? [ Gawain beams excitedly, presently pleased with the delighted personality the Nurse contended with. They were seemingly kind and hospitable, he hopes the two could chat while she attends to her job. ]

[adsum]

What? So you did get into a fight! Naughty boy, you can look less proud of that, you know?

[ She doesn't sound too upset, though she is rather surprised at the thought of Gawain and some 15-year-old boy decking it out in the hallways. HE ALWAYS SEEMED LIKE SUCH A GENTLEMAN... SIR... PLEASE...

Either way, he has her full attention and she stands, gesturing at him to show her the bruise. ]

[loyalbreed]

[ Beating up 15 yo kids is all apart of what knights would do wdy milfy nurse!!! ] Ah, I do not mean to look so candid about the situation. It merely is just how I generally am, I hope it does not deter you? I am a humble man, I assure you I did not jest him into a brawl for the fun of it. I believe his anger was rising, and he reminds me much of my dearest sibling Mordred. Inciting a brawl with him, mean't that his anger would no longer fester and he would calm about.

[ Gawain adjusts and unbuttons the shirt that he wore a bit. It seemed the bruise had formed beneath his jaw and when he took his jacket off. Placing it upon the side, he would attempt to show her the bruises upon his fore arms as well. Though the 29 scraps against his wrist would evidently show there. ]

[adsum]

[ That sure is one way to get a rambunctious kid to expend all his energy, but at the cost of being punched in the face? She tsks softly, tracing a finger along his jaw, down his arm, stopping at the left wrist. ]

Oh, Gawain... Are there more since I saw these last? You know you can talk to me, right?

[ Students fighting each other is something she can somewhat understand as just kids being kids, but when the person you're fighting is yourself? No... ): ]

[loyalbreed]

I do not want to trouble you with all the foul marks upon my body, good Ma'dam. [ Gawain with all the suave he could muster and afford always in the moment. Likens to her hand, and threads each of his digits beneath her own. Tiding them up so he could kiss the back of her finger tips gently. As any Knight would. ] I know you are busy, and keep yourself well attended with the likes of others. The time you present with me as is, is one I am liken to always enjoy. I am in your care however, if you wish to see more. I am oblige to show you then.

[ Mostly he just wants to strip and show off because thats his thing you know. So he starts to take off his shirt, each button slowly being plucked off. Well he were bruised but not bad along his sides. The two had a fun fight. ]

[adsum]

[ TERRIBLE. Bet she's heard that knight excuse hundreds of times, though she still smiles despite herself, proud that she manages not to blush when he kisses her fingers. ]

I'd rather you did, before it go so bad.

[ The ones on his wrist, she means, although she wishes she were there to intervene before Gawain and Jiro beat each other up, especially since she doubts she will see Jiro here when the boy always tended to go home and patch himself up. There's another soft tsk as she places her other hand on his side, thumb tracing the hard edge of the rib, her gaze flickering between the bruising and Gawain's face to see his reaction to any pain. ]

It's really too bad initial bruising is treated with ice, not heat.

[ She removes her hand and strides across the room to the freezer where she keeps several ice packs to wrap in towels and hold against Gawain's jaw and sides. Cool off, sir. ]

[loyalbreed]

[ Oh to have the gentle touch of another woman, it had been quite some time since he was allowed such a chance. He felt pleased, in a way that if he died here now. Gawain had lived a very content life therein. ]

It is fine, I am only here due to the strangeness of my body now. I am not unused to these bruises, nor scratches. For I have had worse done unto me - I am merely hopeful with some tenderness. The touch of your healing hands, that my body may return back to normal.

[ Charming were his words and assumption. He settles down into a seat - the bed that many of the students nap within. He does not flinch what so ever, no matter the placement of her touches. When the ice presses upon his face he does not but lean into it. Staring whimsically up toward the nurse herself. ] Will you give me your name? Or shall I too call you, Ma'dam Nurse-chan?

[adsum]

"Nurse-chan"? Is that what the kids are calling me?

[ She laughs at the contrast between the two parts of the name, reaching to take his hand and guide it to his face so he can hold the ice packs to himself, before returning to her own seat at the desk. ]

I don't mind it. Besides, it's tradition that the man gives the woman his name, isn't it? But you'll have to graduate first~

[ illegal student-faculty relationships ASIDE..... Gawain doesn't have a last name, maybe. She's joking!!!! Nobody read this or look at me. ]

[loyalbreed]

It is, would you hear it in full or will you disregard me otherwise? To hear you call me good Knight of Camelot. To hear your voice sing tune to my title, would do naught but delight me so. [ Gawain's hand cradle the wound along his face. Hoping that the normal method of healing with bruises would surely tide these wounds away from him. Or perhaps they merely would from having company of the woman before him. ] However, I suppose if you do not wish for me to know your name. Tis what it is. I only hope that by the end of all this, may hap you would tell it to me.

[adsum]

Silly.

[ It doesn't sound as if she takes him seriously— how could she, with Camelot so far removed, it might as well be a fairy tale?— but she's unfortunately endeared anyways. Also unfortunate is the fact that she can't do much else for bruises other than keeping it iced to keep the bruising minimal and send him home with small heating pads to speed up the healing. ]

Tell you what, Sir Gawain. If you are able to graduate by the end of this year, I will tell you my name, and I will ask you to take me away from this castle.

[ Every princess' dream, to have a knight whisk them away. ]

[loyalbreed]

[ Gawain listens to the others retort. A humbling bit of laughter escaped his lips, and his chest danced. With how exposed he were, each muscle rippled in action out in the bare of the room they both resided in. He did not like to lie, so the statement from her lips which seemed to acknowledge she were unaware of who he were. Or what he were for that matter, made him find pity of the others within this school.

Often his stories hail'd of others lies that ruptured beneath his actions. So honest he were that even when he murdered so plainly, and looked on with stalwart resolve. No means to lie about the blood his hands were covered with. None could look down of him, and those who hate him knew and understood the reason for it. For he never lied, and he never would.

Honesty became him always, as he stood and laid the ice pack upon the bed. She settled down and he seemingly unable to coax more from the other. Decides that he was done playing, helpless fool. He takes her hand and gently kisses it, far more chaste. Something he would have done unto her lips if she allowed him. However, regardless. He kisses her there, as if to permeate the meaning of his words next: ]

That would be impossible, Mi'lady. Whether it is that you know or not, if I am to graduate and leave from this world. It will be without you, one way or another.

[ He gazes to her, with a sharp yet alluring look. ]

A pity, perhaps your Knight waits for you in another castle.

[ With a gentle squeeze, he lets go of her hand. Satisfied by what he decided to take from this moment. Eager to leave now, seemingly still bruised and accepting that. Nothing would change of his body - it was fine. Ultimately. He has, once again. Dealt with worse - see the battle of Lancelot and Gawain.

He collects himself at the other bed once more, and grabs his items preparing to go - including the ice pack. ]