perma open rp post (call me out/picture prompt/any prompt)

[unversed]

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WHAT DO I EVEN DO WITH THIS????

[invigors]

[ in a dance studio three miles away from the crash, Olivia stumbles during her pirouette and nearly breaks her ankle.

instead of going to sit down she grabs her phone and calls Inigo in a fit of worry. ]

Inigo?! Inigo are you all right?

LOOK I COULDN'T THINK OF ANYTHING AND IT WAS RIGHT THERE

[figurantes]

[by the time he's able to answer the call, he's been helped onto the curb by a friendly bystander, clothing slightly singed, a nasty cut on his forehead. the as-yet-unexplained fire has been extinguished, emergency services are apparently on their way, and inigo is left in the middle of it all, bikeless and sheepish.

with a mother who, apparently, has a sixth sense for disaster.]

I'm fine, Mother, everything's fine! I fell off my bike, that's all. You know, I was just thinking what a shame, not to have any lovely ladies to fuss over me, when who should call me but the loveliest lady of all? Ahahaha!

[it's possible he might have a concussion, but with inigo, who can tell?]

CRYING

[invigors]

You fell off your bike?

[ she sounds so aghast. her sweet baby boy what is she going to do with you. she'd rushed outside when she waited for him to pick up earlier, frantically harassing the nearest pedestrian to point her in the direction of an accident please sir something happened to my son and i need to make sure he's okay.

it takes her ten minutes to run down there, dodging bystanders and officers alike and not stopping for anyone until she sees inigo. ]

Inigo! There was fire involved? Th-This looks more like a crash-!

[ sweet naga she's going to get a heart attack. cupping his face trying to make sure he's ok she's so worried. ]

Did someone check on you? Are you sure you don't have a concussion?

UR WELC

[figurantes]

[his mother's swift appearance on the scene makes inigo smile, wide and warm (he's feeling quite lucky to be alive at the moment, and therefore very happy to see her). but then he realises -- she's on the scene, she can see all the damage that's been done, just how bad everything is, she's going to worry--

yep, there it is. the hand on his face brings a bright flush to his cheeks. being fussed over by his mother in front of all these people wow embarrassing.]

It's fine, it's just fine. Someone called an ambulance -- not that I need one! Because I'm fine! Not even a scratch on me!

[um yes there is inigo you are bleeding from your forehead.]

Please, Mother, there are so many people watching...

[invigors]

[ oh my lord. olivia frowns down at him, more out of concern than anger. ]

Don't you dare tell me you're fine, Mister. You are bleeding!

[ she pulls out a tissue from her bag and presses it carefully to his forehead to staunch the blood flow. why isn't the ambulance here already she is going to get a heart attack. ]

Inigo, please. You need to be more careful with yourself.

[figurantes]

...I am? Ah--

[redder and redder he goes, and the pressure of his mother's touch makes the wound sting sharply, calling attention to itself at last.

it's embarrassing, yes, very much so, but... he knows all the fussing is because she cares. because he's worried her. so he gives her a smile, sheepish and apologetic, and takes one of her hands.]

I'm sorry, Mother. I will. I promise.