HARPER
Oliver had been a more than proficient guide to Harper's first day in Caido. His kindness had been deeply appreciated, a veritable breath of fresh air in comparison to the life he'd been living before. A shame, for someone as intent on getting the most out of life as he was. He'd lost so much time, so many years of his life to the worst horrors the world could offer. Was it so wrong of him to want to enjoy every day after? Nevertheless, Oliver had helped him with bartering for new clothes, not that Harper had anywhere to change into them just yet. It wasn't too bad, his armor was comfortable for a reason. With all of his showoff acrobatics, chafing wasn't something he would tolerate.
Unfortunately he had also dealt some heavy damage to his shoulder upon entry into Caido. The pain itself is negligible - at least to him, but intentional torture to learn how to handle pain isn't exactly normal upbringing - but he's pretty sure it's dislocated. Not that he had informed Oliver of that, the young man had seemed the type to easily fret, but Harper had casually asked where to find medical attention and been set off in the right direction.
Knocking his good hand against the frame, wishing he didn't look so imposing in his current outfit, he calls out into the infirmary's open space. "Hellooo?" The vowel is elongated and playful as he pokes his head in, blue eyes (sharp, piercing, ready for anything despite his loose posture and warm smile) sweeping across the room to try and find someone who works there.
Unfortunately he had also dealt some heavy damage to his shoulder upon entry into Caido. The pain itself is negligible - at least to him, but intentional torture to learn how to handle pain isn't exactly normal upbringing - but he's pretty sure it's dislocated. Not that he had informed Oliver of that, the young man had seemed the type to easily fret, but Harper had casually asked where to find medical attention and been set off in the right direction.
Knocking his good hand against the frame, wishing he didn't look so imposing in his current outfit, he calls out into the infirmary's open space. "Hellooo?" The vowel is elongated and playful as he pokes his head in, blue eyes (sharp, piercing, ready for anything despite his loose posture and warm smile) sweeping across the room to try and find someone who works there.
some things take insane bravery
but after that, you'll be free
but after that, you'll be free
