<div class="floatleft">(https://i.ibb.co/B3bJ8m5/Camila-Cabello-2.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;"><strong>Phoenix Ramirez</strong></span><br/><strong>Blessed By::</strong>Hephaestus<br/><strong>Location::</strong>Infirmary<br/><strong>Company::</strong>Aristotle<br/><strong>Date/Time::</strong>Friday, Afternoon<br/><strong>Mood::</strong>Irritated, a bit Embarrassed<br/><strong>Wearing::</strong><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Casual Day Wear</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.ibb.co/FV6Rk1B/04-07-20-8-55-47-PM.png) (https://ibb.co/Hd75Lyr)</div></div><br/><strong>TRIGGER WARNINGS::</strong>HERE<br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>When Aristotle took not of the blood, his face turned to agitated pretty quickly.<br/><br/><strong>"Don't look at me like that now."</strong>she laughed<strong>"I was making Arrows for my Hephaestus offering and my hand slipped... its not that bad.... sort of..."</strong>she held out her hand.<br/><br/>As he removed the cloth from her hand, it revealed a deep cut that went about two inches across the meaty part of her palm. The bleeding had subsided for the most part but it was definitely quite an injury. She looked up at him and tilted her head as she watched him.<br/><br/><strong>"Oh come on now, its not like you don't enjoy seeing me."</strong>she spoke with a smirk crossing her lips.<br/><br/>Aristotle and Phoenix had an... interesting... relationship. Phoenix was in now shape or form trying to settle down with some one, but a woman's got needs. Needs that Aristotle was more than happy to fulfill on a series of occasions. He was a regular for her, someone she could frequently call upon when she needed a little extra care.