The Fiend appeared to be fine after his coughing fit; even the previous tear had dried and scabbed up. He resumed watching the gutting procedure with interest, unbothered by her handling of the gecko’s genitals while he enjoyed his rollie of coyote tobacco. Wastrel’s skill impressed him, while the whole act of gutting provided Paleface with entertainment to keep his mind off his state.
“Animal medicine,” he repeated before one corner of his mouth lifted, and he uttered an amused snort at the new knowledge about the memory stealing drug. “I think the inability to fill in the blanks has caused more trauma than prevented it.” The amusement carried into his teasing words.
However, there was something about the sight of the tribal, covered in the creature’s blood while she held its innards, that stirred some unexpected arousal in the Fiend. But his condition - among other things - prevented excitement from transferring into a physical state. Distractedly, Paleface gave Wastrel a nod, silently agreeing to save questions, and went to take one of the last drags from his diminished smoke.
“The upset has passed, for the mo…” his heavy-lidded eyes suddenly widened when two previous words suddenly registered. “Wait. Personality change?” he blurted out while his brows lowered to convey worry.
Once again, the Gatekeeper tried to recall the evening he had been attacked, but changes to how he acted under the Ketamine’s influence were lost to his memories… or they weren’t really changes at all. Even so, the Fiend had quickly forgotten her request to answer questions after she was done cleaning the innards.
“What kind of personality change?” he asked with hesitation, clearly unsure about hearing an answer he didn’t want to hear; in the past, the drugs often brought out a more ugly side.
Wastrel paused mid-step as Paleface shot his inquiry her way, she cast a glance over her shoulder with one brow raised as she began adjusting the innards to loop around on of her arms instead of both. “Ah—-Oh! You were quite affectionate” The tribal had to actively fight not to smile; he seemed a bit distressed at the idea of not remembering his mood change.
The blond turned again, heading towards her strewn medical supplies before snatching up a bottle of slightly dirty water. Blood smeared from her fingers onto the clear plastic as she pulled it up and swished it about to spread the silt within about. “Calm and pleasant, and rather out-spoken. I swear you only did a few embarrassing things”
Ok, so maybe she wasn’t done teasing him, but at the very least she wasn’t going to physically assault him for at least three hours—maybe two.
Wastrel shifted the dangling organs again as she made her way back to the doorway that led out into the open area. She wasn’t keen on cleaning the intestines out inside his home. “I’ll be right back I swear, just be patient and I’ll answer every question”