week three - wednesday evening (handsome jack)

[eisenundblut]

[Prussia's stumbling on her way back from the beach, still checking her bandages as she moves. Newt had already helped her with the worst of her scratches, and the rest she'd been able to take care of herself, so at least she isn't visibly bleeding anywhere. Her blouse is unfortunately the shreds of cloth she used as bandages, so she's just walking around in her plain white bra. Don't get too excited now. And don't say she never gave you anything.]

Jack!

[She's a little too tired and injured to be properly enthusiastic, but she's not disappointed to see him. Instead, her lips curve into the start of a smile as she holds her side.]

Thanks for earlier, mein Schatz. It sucked, but... we'll be okay.

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[almosthandsome]

Ha, says you.

[Prussia's just who he's looking for. After the whole mess of a triage, Jack had gone off and pitched a little fit in private. That had been pretty freaking awful. He'd helped a kid lose his arm. That's the kind of stuff he pays a team so he can avoid. They're the ones in the thick of things, not him.]

[That's not an option here. Nope, he's right in the middle. Bloodied and holding kids down for impromptu amputations. But he isn't the only one who had a long afternoon.]

C'mere sweetheart, you can barely walk. You want a shirt? I got a few. Well, two shirts and like a tank top. Point is, I can spare one.

[Not that he minds the view, but...it's sort of not as hot when she's all messed up and bandaged. And he likes her. She's fun and she's cheeky and she's calm in a crisis. Plus cute, but it takes more than cute for Jack to actually like someone.]