Zell had no idea Squall was jealous of him, or to what extent, he didn’t really think there was any pressing need to be. The short blonde didn’t consider himself any great shakes so he didn’t try to flatter with looks, charm was all he had. Plus he was kind of dense when it came to things like that so he wouldn’t know someone was jealous of him if it bit him on the nose, he was just glad the other was taking it easy and he smiled still gentle and friendly.
Zell looked up at the ceiling when Squall took his shirt off thinking he was giving the other privacy, which was stupid when he’d have to bandage him up anyway. He did go for the bandages and ointment when the other seemed ready to be patched up, and he wasn’t going to expose Squall anymore than the other wanted, but Zell was only trying to help. So his intentions were purely professional and pure. He even winced when the other hissed in pain. Before patching the other up Zell curled his hand into a fist like he might punch someone, but he didn’t. He merely held his fist up to one of the welts on Squalls body, “well…that’s one question answered…big guys, big fists, big hands…you really took it like a soldier!” Zell said grinning playfully before putting his hands to work.
He squirted a bit on his hands and ever spot that looked sore and tender, it was alike a very gentle massage, his fingers were light and caressing, but not enough to tickle he actually had to work the ointment in a bit for it to work, “seriously though, I don’t need to know what they look like, just want to know if you can remember how many there are…and if you can’t remember your body might…because the marks are all unique you know…and if they were all a group of one race or a mix…do you know that? Anything is good though, no pressure.” Zell already knew quite a bit, because this kind of thing was his specialty, he knew that they had huge hands and they were big men.
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Date: 2007-05-05 12:47 am (UTC)Zell looked up at the ceiling when Squall took his shirt off thinking he was giving the other privacy, which was stupid when he’d have to bandage him up anyway. He did go for the bandages and ointment when the other seemed ready to be patched up, and he wasn’t going to expose Squall anymore than the other wanted, but Zell was only trying to help. So his intentions were purely professional and pure. He even winced when the other hissed in pain. Before patching the other up Zell curled his hand into a fist like he might punch someone, but he didn’t. He merely held his fist up to one of the welts on Squalls body, “well…that’s one question answered…big guys, big fists, big hands…you really took it like a soldier!” Zell said grinning playfully before putting his hands to work.
He squirted a bit on his hands and ever spot that looked sore and tender, it was alike a very gentle massage, his fingers were light and caressing, but not enough to tickle he actually had to work the ointment in a bit for it to work, “seriously though, I don’t need to know what they look like, just want to know if you can remember how many there are…and if you can’t remember your body might…because the marks are all unique you know…and if they were all a group of one race or a mix…do you know that? Anything is good though, no pressure.” Zell already knew quite a bit, because this kind of thing was his specialty, he knew that they had huge hands and they were big men.