Video + Spam (CW: unintentional self-harm)

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[Cloud is very reluctant, but also very... worried, to say the least. This isn't a place he recognizes, and there are far more new faces than he recalls being on the Barge. Everything feels completely wrong, and he was already dealing with distortion and confusion.

He's giving the camera a very sharp glare.]

Who the hec-... [Okay, no - what the frick is this shoot? UGH.] Where is this? ... Why is this?

[That just leaves the what, but he's fine with not getting that answer, just yet. Duck ALL of this, really.]

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SPAM

[Otherwise, people are welcome to find him just about anywhere he has access to. Catch him trying to kick a door down - HELP him try to kick a door down, if that's more your thing.

Additionally, he might be trying to test the durability of the knives around here (by using other knives to sharpen it), in his efforts to get the stupid device off of his wrist. It... goes kind of badly, however, and he completely slices into the palm of his own hand. Given that his knife was still fairly dull in some places, it somehow hurts even more than it was ever meant to.]

Dang it- That's not what I was trying to say, darn-...! [AUGH] Screw it.

[He throws the butter knife at the wall. If someone happens to be walking by.... Whoops?]

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[insinceresmile]

[Hua Cheng looks down at the knife, allowing himself a few moments to be deeply unimpressed before regaining the smile he usually wears here.]

It looks like you could use some help!

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Unless you've got a key to remove this thing, I'm not interested.

[He's immediately wary of this guy, of course. New place, new people, no memory of how he got here... Something about the whole... medical aspect of this place is doing him no favors, either. His anxiety is currently attempting to push its way through the roof.]

[insinceresmile]

It can't be removed, even if you cut your hand off with a butter knife. [Not that he'd recommend that. Besides, he doesn't think that would be particularly achievable.]

But we can't have blood getting all over! It's not hygienic, or good for people's nerves.

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[He bites back the urge to make it perfectly clear just how little he cares about anyone's nerves. His nerves aren't exactly steady, and he can't imagine anyone else from the Barge is going to be particularly calm! Huff.]

Like heck I-... [He lets out the most annoyed sigh as he rolls his eyes over the stupid censoring thing.] I don't care if anyone gets bothered by a little blood.

[ ... Another sigh escapes and he drags his uninjured hand over his face for a moment. He doesn't feel like getting into a fight over a stupid cut.]

But... fine. Not like I have much else to do right now. What needs to be done?

[insinceresmile]

[He could add a cheerful line about the importance of thinking of others, but arrival can be disorienting and he is capable of being... he would call it 'nice'.

So he settles for just pulling out a bottle from a pocket, tone going more business-like, though still cheerful.]

Here, hold out your hand.

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[Sooooo much wariness is showing, but he does slowly hold his hand out, palm up. This guy feels a bit like someone who'd smile while pouring pepper juice into a wound.]

Like this...?

[insinceresmile]

[Hua Cheng would argue, in his defense, that pouring pepper juice into a wound is very funny, so it's hard not to smile. But he has more important goals than his entertainment, so the smoke from the bottle just settles onto the wound, knitting the skin back together.]

Exactly. There now, that's a little quicker than pulling out the band-aids with the cute pictures on them.

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[His brow furrows.]

... Why do band-aids need cute pictures?

[That sounds like a waste of ink and time. Who's gonna be sitting and gazing at their band-aid to enjoy tiny art?]

[insinceresmile]

[He shrugs.]

Before coming here, I'd never seen any band-aid.

I can only assume that the Nurse finds them - better that way? If it's not standard.