Redhawk Caldera Another color in a world of black and white

neon was probably as dense as could be when it came to romance and flirting. but for some reason, Bridget's words were a little easier to follow than others who tried to pursue the bodega. huh, weird.

anyway, she was happy to get her face cleaned up and was laughing to herself when the boy seemed a bit weirded out by the closeness healing required. when he was out of earshot, she'd make a sputtering laugh and look toward bridget with glee. "has he never seen 2 hot ladies patch each other up?" neon asked with another laugh, shaking her head a bit. it felt nice to have her face clean, whatever bridget put on felt like magic to her.

after she was practically all good, neon would happily trade spots and looked toward what was applied. and quietly she prayed to her family name of supposed geniuses that they would bestow some level of generational help so that bridget wouldn't get any bad infections from the treatment. all neon does first does a visual check, looking thoroughly at bridget to see if anything looks like is festering.

and thankfully, it seemed like she'd be in the clear.  though, a good nose brush through was offered to make sure she didn't miss anything that her eyes could have mistaken as nothing. this is where she returned some of the grooming, hoping to get rid of the things that didn't belong with nimble limps and covered teeth. "you're in the clear, bridget. what do I do now?"