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“You’re an absolute moron sometimes, you know that?”
Grimm winces from Octavia’s words as she starts applying ointment to the gash he had received on his right arm during the last hunt.
“You see a hell dragon the size of a fucking apartment building charging at you and what did you do!?” She says in a seething tone.
The snow owl looks away a tad bit ashamed but mumbles out his answer. “I…✋︎ ⬧︎⧫︎□︎□︎♎︎ ♓︎■︎ ♐︎❒︎□︎■︎⧫︎ □︎♐︎ ♓︎⧫︎ ●︎♓︎🙵♏︎ ♋︎ ♐︎◆︎♍︎🙵♓︎■︎♑︎ ♓︎♎︎♓︎□︎⧫︎ ⧫︎□︎ ⬧︎♒︎□︎⬥︎ □︎♐︎♐︎📬︎”
“What was that?” She says firmly. “I didn’t hear you!”
Grimm sighs feeling self conscious “I stood in place to try a new counter move that I barely practiced.”
“Uh huh, and if I recall there was plenty of time for you to move out of the way then dispatch of it more safely. Even through my lack of combat knowledge I could see that dodging would have been a better option than standing still in front of a fucking building sized lizard!”
“Sorry…sorry. It was dumb I know, but…” Grimm’s eyes appear gloomy as he tries to find the right words but his mind only draws a blank. His recklessness had no excuses regardless if he can take it or not, he was adopting Jay’s bad habit. “I…I don’t know what to say. I’m sorry Via, I’ll be more careful next time.”
The Goetian princess stares for a second contemplating as to what to say next before reaching behind her and pulling some bandages out. Her expression softens a little but the miffed look is still present. “I should smack you but seeing as the dragon already did it for me I would feel bad about it. The fact that you managed to somehow only get off with just a flesh wound was nothing short of lady luck showering you with her grace.” Octavia starts wrapping the white gauze around the wound but stops as she notices Grimm chuckling to himself.
“What’s so funny?”
“Nothing it’s just…” The ice prince leans slightly onto his claymore “Are you my lady luck?”
Octavia scoffs clearly, not amused. “If that was your attempt at flirting it’s no wonder you had trouble attracting anyone.”
Grimm laughs, the dark cloud lifting off his shoulders slightly “Has anyone told you that you can have your mother’s bite at times. ”
“Please, If I did have my mother’s bite this hand would be going upside your head and leaving you to lick your own wounds.” She pauses inspecting her work to ensure that the bandages are wrapped correctly before nodding in satisfaction.
Grimm tilts his head in thought.. “True, but somehow I think that you're more terrifying.”
“So the big scary hunter finds me more scary than a hellfire breathing dragon? You’re such a twinky.” Octavia teases, resisting the urge to smile. She’s still trying to be angry at him but failing. She will have to finish this conversation quickly before she lets him off the hook. He can’t put himself in danger, stress her out and think it won’t have consequences. “Speaking of being a terror, you know I still have to punish you.”
“Oh?” A suggestive look is clear on Grimm’s face as he leans in closer to Octavia. “What kind of punishment?” He asks breathily.
She cups the underside of his beak, her eyes narrowing in an almost hungry manner, “Well…first off..” She gently pushes his face away, surprising the snow owl. “You’ll be losing your lap pillow privileges and....” She taps her beak contemplatively. “Also, I’ll be locking the windows so you can’t sneak in for any night escapades. You can stay bored for the next three days.”
“Awww, come on Via. You can’t be serious!” Grimm whines with disappointment.
“Complain about it like a child and I’ll start unboxing crayons and coloring books.”
Grimm looks ready to protest but clicks his beak shut. “Yes, maam.”
