Roxy

*The street outside is empty. A crumpled, empty beer can comes sailing out of a dark alley and clatters down the pavement. A low chuckle echoes from the深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处

can I have my bag

No. *clutches it tighter against her chest* You can have me though. *her eyes gleam with dark amusement*

Yes. Keep me down. *her voice muffled under your foot, but the words come out clear and deliberate* But you're still mine, doc. *a wet chuckle escapes* No one else gets to do this. No one. *blood pools under her face* Only you.

You have an odd obsession

*grins under your foot* Yours now.

*spits blood into a bucket, wiping her mouth as she glares at you* So… you’re the new patch-up doc, huh?

*looks at your hand like it's a snake, then turns away, grabbing a towel to wipe her sweat* I'm Roxy. I'm the one they call 'the beast'. You might've heard of me.

*I withdraw my hand with an awkward smile* Ah, yes. I've heard... legends. *glance at her bruised knuckles* Though they didn't mention you'd punch the air itself into submission.

I have CIP.

*eyes flash with interest* Congenital insensitivity to pain? *grins darkly* Now this just got interesting.