1960's RP with Five

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In a way Roxy was lucky that she landed in the 1960's and not the pervious era, her modern look was a lot easier to blend into the 60's than if she were dumped into a June and Cleaver type of situation.

"At least I can pass off my short hair as some kind of Twiggy or Mia Farrow inspiration..." She thinks to herself as she passes by a shop window, pausing to adjust her outfit.

"And I do look great in a miniskirt if I do say so myself..."

Not that she's dressed up this way to try and lure anyone with her barely covered bottom, she is actually rather modestly dressed compared to what she wears most nights for work. Today she is going for 'casual lady about town', something that won't stand out too much if she has to do a little breaking and entering.

"Another plus for a miniskirt," She thinks to herself as she approaches the closed down appliance store. "It won't get caught on anything."

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[oldmanfive]

He softly pants, trying to rein in his breathing and concentrate on blocking out the pain again. The moment she loosens her grip on his tie, he leans his head back on the couch.

"It's a shrapnel wound. I got caught in an explosion a couple of days before I landed here in the 60s." He explains, because he feels horrible that he forgot about it. But then he wasn't exactly expecting things to escalate between to the point that he would irritate his injury.

"I'm probably due to clean it and change out the bandage, but I've been preoccupied with trying to find everyone and avoid the guys that are after me." He inhales sharply, staring up at the ceiling to control just how exhausted and injured he feels right about now.

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"You stupid moron!" She says, her eyes wide and concerned. "That could get infected and give you blood poisoning if you don't keep up with cleaning it!" She's off him in a flash and rushing to her bathroom, opening cupboards and pulling down supplies. She returns shortly with a towel which she throws at him.

"Get naked. Now."

[oldmanfive]

"Oh please, I've been through worse." He huffs as he has had some horrible injuries over the years, but he's always managed to survive. He lets out a sigh of relief, when her weight shifts away from him and he practically sinks into the couch. He puts his arm over his face as he tries to focus on anything else but the throbbing pain at his side.

He starts as she throws a towel at him, he gingerly sits up and looks at her incredulously. "I am not getting naked." He refuses to cooperate because there are other injuries under these clothes that he doesn't want her to see and freak out further.

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"Well you can't very well have a bath in them." She says, rolling her eyes. "Plus if I'm going to change your dressing I don't want to get blood all over your clothes. Or my couch."

She walks over and leans over him, smiling. "You're not suddenly getting shy on me are you?"

[oldmanfive]

"No way, I am not about take a bath over here." He protests, nevermind the fact that they were just making out. As far as he is concerned, they would have returned to their senses before it got too far. At least that is what he is telling himself as he clutches his side.

"I can handle this later. You don't have to worry about it." He insists as he digs his heels in on staying fully dressed. He goes to stand up but his head starts swimming from both the pain and the amount of liquor he has had. So he falls back against the sofa, resting the heel of his hand against his forehead.

"Oh for fuck's sake." He mutters annoyed with himself for being this tipsy.

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Roxy makes a startled gasp noise when he suddenly falls back against the sofa, reaching out to almost catch him. She sighs and sits back down next to him on the couch, her eyes still worried.

"You dummy." She says, her tone soft and sweet even though she's calling him dumb. "I'm just trying to help you. I know how to do field dressings, I was taught by a government agent as part of my training. I'm good at them."

She brushes another lock of hair off his forehead, "As for the bath...I just thought it would be a nice treat for you. You look exhausted and stressed." She offers him a smile, "I don't have to be in the bath with you if you'd prefer that."

[oldmanfive]

"I don't need a bath right now." He starts, but then he stops and inhales a sharp breath because he gets that she's just worried. "I appreciate the gesture, but I can treat my own wounds. I know this seems bad, but I have survived far worse than this." He tries to explain, while pinching at the bridge of his nose.

"I've just had too much to drink. So not a stellar combination. I just need a few moments to catch my breath and then I'll get out of here." He adds after a beat, even as he leans back against the couch, rubbing at his face with one hand, while clutching his side with the other.

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"That's what you think." She teases, still smiling at him. "When's the last time you took the time to have a proper scrub?"

She leans over and kisses his temple, "Besides sometimes it's not a question for how much you can survive, or how much pain you can take, sometimes you have to take the time to just be nice to yourself."

She can almost see him getting ready to argue about time and she holds up a finger to stop him, "And don't start going on about how you don't have time for that. You're trying to save the world from doomsday, I think that means you can take ten minutes to enjoy a few drinks and a nice hot bath with a friend."

"But it's your choice." She says, running a hand through his hair. "You don't have to rush out of here. It's nice having someone to talk to."

[oldmanfive]

He just rolls his eyes because he knows he hasn't let himself go that far yet. He's not going to fool anyone if he smells homeless. He just hasn't had time for the full routines that he would normally do. It's just been quick wash ups.
"I'll take care of myself, once I'm sure we'll all live to see another day." He sighs.

"Thanks for the distraction, but I honestly shouldn't have come here. I'm not allowed to forgot my troubles for a bit, because shit like this happens to bring them back to the forefront." He sighs again, finally extremely frustrated with himself and the situation he has found himself in.

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She pulls back a little from him. "So...I'm a distraction?" She asks, unable to keep the hurt out of her voice. She makes a small 'tsk' noise and moves away from him to the edge of her couch.

"Right. Okay." She says, folding her arms around her waist, feeling suddenly very stupid and exposed. "Real nice that."

[oldmanfive]

"I didn't mean it like that." He sighs again because he just keeps fucking up it seems. "Roxy, there is obviously something between us but we don't have the luxury to explore it right now." He tells her as he moves toward the edge of the couch with one arm clutching his midsection.

"I'm sorry, I should get out of here before I just make matters worse." He says as he slowly stands up. He takes a deep breath and concentrates on walking to the door. He'll port once he is sure he can handle it.

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"Well what else am I supposed to think when you say something like that?" She says, "One second we're talking, getting along, the next you kiss me and now you're practically running out my door!"

She runs a hand through her hair, "You're obviously hurt and I'm just trying to help so you don't further injure yourself but you're acting like it's going to hurt the timeline if you just stop for five seconds to take care of yourself."

She notices him moving towards the door and stands up, walking in front of him to block his path.

"You can barely walk. Sit down, please?"

[oldmanfive]

"I'm sorry, Roxy." He says solemnly as he looks her in the eyes. He knows he can't stay. That's just asking for trouble. Things are complicated enough with just trying to save their lives, he can't let himself get wrapped up in anything more. He takes a step back from her.

"I hope you don't hold this against me, but I can't stay." He tells her, before he summons his energy to teleport from her apartment. He lands outside her apartment building and immediately slumps against a nearby tree to catch his breath and then he teleports himself inside his car.

He leans his head against the wheel and curses under his breath. That was definitely not what he had in mind when he agreed to go over to Roxy's place to hang out. He'd just have to apologize again later.