[You know what, Krieg will take it - asking for help making a sling is a huge improvement over continuing to insist "I'm FINE"]
Krieg, I believe the bandages from your Halloween costume would make an effective sling.
[Krieg glances behind him at Fe Fe, and grunts in agreement. He's still carrying his zombie accessories, because they don't take up a lot of room and he didn't exactly have a lot of time to unpack before storming the castle, so he digs a messy bundle of white, paint-stained costume components out of his backpack and shakes them out.]
C'mere, Sugar, I'll sling you.
[Those are definitely words any sane person would want to hear from the mouth of a psycho, right? Right!
...Seriously, though, get over here, Shiro, and let the man build you a sling for your dumb broken arm.]
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Krieg, I believe the bandages from your Halloween costume would make an effective sling.
[Krieg glances behind him at Fe Fe, and grunts in agreement. He's still carrying his zombie accessories, because they don't take up a lot of room and he didn't exactly have a lot of time to unpack before storming the castle, so he digs a messy bundle of white, paint-stained costume components out of his backpack and shakes them out.]
C'mere, Sugar, I'll sling you.
[Those are definitely words any sane person would want to hear from the mouth of a psycho, right? Right!
...Seriously, though, get over here, Shiro, and let the man build you a sling for your dumb broken arm.]