You're too cute to be my roomie

@Claire

He was being invited inside? How odd, he was never invited inside. In fact, a lot of people went inside when they saw him, especially at night. His glow was a dead giveaway and when he walked down narrow streets people would close their windows and occasionally peek out at him from behind the glass.

So being invited inside was new. He made note of it.

"Ah, okay." He nodded, waiting for Maylynn to enter first before he stepped in himself. There were a few personal items here and there, and the whole place was meticulously organized. He could appreciate organization; that was his job most of the time anyway, and he glanced around to take in all the data before turning back to his host.

"You wanted me to help?" He put the books down on the desk.

@Claire

He recognized the first aid kit immediately by the white box and the big red cross on the front. Humans portrayed it like that a lot and he had to wonder why; the white box got so dirty, especially in situations where first aid is often needed. The contents itself was usually just rubbing alcohol or bandages.

"Places... you can't see?" He had to tilt his head a little at that, then pointed towards the washroom where he was sure there would be a mirror. "Won't the mirror help?" He could only assume, anyways. No matter, he picked up the first aid kit and popped it open, analyzing the contents.

"There's a cut on your face. I should apply antiseptic, then bandage it. Correct?" He hadn't read much on first aid, unfortunately.

@Claire

He made a mental note to himself to read up on first aid. Humans were awfully squishy things that got injured on a fairy regular basis. Maylynn was just an obvious sign of that, and he needed to be able to patch them up. As for himself, he couldn't quite heal like they could. No, he literally needed patching up if he ever got injured. Thankfully, he was a bit more resilient than that.

He took the antiseptic and began to dab it onto Maylynn's face... None too gently, though. He had no idea how much pressure he should be putting on it. He didn't know how it was supposed to feel, either, so he kind of just jammed it in there and hoped for the best.

@Claire

Yesterday stopped as soon as the boy yelped in pain; he understood that noise at least and drew his hand away, cocking his head to the side with some measure of curiousity. So he didn't like that? Or was he going at it with too much pressure, or...? Yesterday would definitely need to learn a lot of things, including how much strength to apply to various tasks.

"Oh, I apologize." He recalibrated and tried dabbing at his face this time, a lot softer. Perhaps too softly, but a lot better than stabbing the poor boy repeatedly in the face with a cotton ball. "What made you fall?" It looked like he'd slid on his face, or at least had a good whack to the forehead.

@Claire

Just clumsy? Right, right, humans didn't have an augmentation and ballast system in place. They had a very rudimentary one that they evolved with and some had better ones than others, but Yesterday's tended to be far superior because he was designed with an ever-shifting floor in mind. He was stationed on a ship, after all. It wouldn't do to have your main memory bank fall over every few seconds.

Maylynn fumbled around in the first aid kit and dropped some band-aids in his lap. He figured that was next and, out of his peripheral, he reached for them.

Perhaps reaching too far up.

He grabbed blindly at Maylynn's pants for a second before grabbing... No, that was definitely not a band-aid. Yesterday actually paused and looked down and there were a painful few seconds where he wondered what it was that he grabbed. What part of human anatomy... Oh, right.

"Whoops." As if it were the most ordinary thing in the world. He reached for the bandages. Yesterday had yet to learn embarrassment.