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Quatre (Accidental video)

*Albedo's phone is lying discarded on a side table in Albedo's apartment room, recording him sitting with a length of cloth bandage within arm's reach, a knife in his left hand and his right hand unusually bare. He curls his fingers briefly, pressing the tips of his long, pointed nails into the red 667 tattoo on the middle of his palm before opening his hand again and slashing the knife across the number. Instead of reacting in pain, he closes his eyes and lets out a pleased moan.*

Ahhh...that ought to do it. How frail this body is, though, that even this much is the limit of what I can safely inflict.

*The video ends as he reaches for the bandages and starts wrapping his hand, although he clearly has no practice in such things.*

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What are you doing, Albedo?!

At the moment? Fending off boredom and testing just how long it takes for this body to recover from injury.

You idiot! Your body is mortal now. Don't you get that injuries are going to take a lot longer to heal? Especially an injury like that!

I know that, Rubedo. Why else would I desire to know the rate at which this body heals? However long it takes, I think I can cope with this injury until then.

[WELP. HE LOOKS MAD.]

Do you know how dangerous that is?! What would have happened if you hit a vital point, Albedo?!

*He looks insulted.*

I think I've torn enough people apart to at least be aware of where major arteries are.

That's not the point, you idiot! You could have been injured!

I am quite capable of controlling how much damage I inflict, Rubedo.

My point still stands, Albedo. [Oh gosh, he's about to flick this video off right now and kick his door down.]

I'm fine Rubedo. I knew what I was doing.

*If he does pull that, he'll probably find Gaignun's already dealt with the situation.*

Where are you, idiot?

In my room, and Nigredo's on his way.

*Not giving the number, because one brother fussing over him is embarrassing/awkward enough, alright?*

What's the room number? [Even if Albedo probably won't tell him anything, Jr. is going to start wandering the hotel.]

I just told you Nigredo's on his way. Or do you think you need to supervise us for me to be civil long enough for him to see to my injury?

*Eventually, he can probably just follow the sounds of people smacking into the floor.*

Sure. We'll go with that.

[Honestly, he's just worried about Albedo in general. But Jr. is just a bit of a tsun tsun to admit that.]

I'm not that much of a fool, Rubedo. As much as I detest putting up with Nigredo, I can deal with him when necessary.

*He appreciates it from both of you, really. He's just too proud to admit he needs the help.*

... Fine. Then can I leave Nigredo to take care of your wounds?

He seems to believe he can handle it, at least.

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[Video] Derp, forgot it was my tag here.