puffing: (ᴛᴇɴ﹪ғᴜʀʀʏ / ᴄᴏᴍɪᴄ ― oo3.)
𝐁𝐈𝐆. 𝐁. 𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅. ([personal profile] puffing) wrote 2016-10-20 07:49 am (UTC)

[ hey, she could have totally pulled off his own tie to wipe the blood. too personal, too soon? maybe. there's plenty of things she can use it for in the future tho. ;) hopefully. she might be the only one to have blood on her tonight, but the same thing won't be able to be said in the near or distant future. either way, he blinks with confusion, almost taken aback by the fact that she was closing in and touching him. it's hard to tell if he was blushing or if the red on his face was from any leftover blood. ]

Kind of seems like you're growing on me, Ms. Elizabeth. Even if you're not... thanks.

[ but okay you can go and make A Face at him, sure. he'll return it with one of his own. Bigby wasn't meaning to disrespect her for a change; it was just that this kind of conversation was usually outside of his scope. he knows all there is to know about portals to different realms and all of the nuances that came with magic, but on the more science side of things? pffft. you best believe he is doing his best to keep up with her right about now.

especially as she starts going into the particulars of her death. broken back, skull damage, returning back to her body. it was sounding more and more plausible that she was from his world, if not from a different time in it. Bigby of course knows better from her earlier mentioning of Rapture, so he just nods to show that he is listening. ]


I'm not bored. Color me intrigued, actually. What... [ he doesn't know if he wants to open the flood gates in terms of powers. a moment of hesitance follows with him looking to the side. ] ―nevermind. I was talking more about why you couldn't remember how you got it back. You came here knowing your pinky was gone but mysteriously replaced, but last I recall, you had no idea. After tonight, it just... came back, out of the blue. Am I getting it right?

[ and because this ship needs to keep sailing, he will gently pull the tie from her and fold it to the best of his ability, keeping her hand open with his bad one while the other placed it back against her palm. his fingers push against hers to close it shut around the fabric. ]

Something to remember me by, I guess.

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