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

[unversed]

★ pick someone you want to play with and put it in the subject.
★ feel free to request if you don't see 'em on the list. (muse strength may vary)
★ leave any prompt: images, lyrics, texts, etc.
★ feeling uninspired? no worries, i got you bro.
★ have fun!
★ fyi "late" doesn't exist.

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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.