[ Oh, if only Parker had the good sense to be alarmed at a warning like that. Instead she's distracted by a current thought, one that's got her brows furrowed like she's mentally solving trig equations. ]
( that, at least, does indeed stop him short. there's a pause, mouth open, in which he figures out how the hell to even answer that, but then - )
Isn't that something you'd know? ( like, come on, he can't be doing all the work here. she can at at least bring to the table some passing knowledge on whether or not she's dead. ) Have you a pulse? Is your body warm instead of cold?
[ The pulse, though? She's honestly never tried. She considers it for a second, then sticks a finger to her wrist. (She's missed the right spot by a good 2 inches, and looks more and more concerned by that.) ]
( for a long moment he watches her touch her arm with a finger, brow knit just slightly - and then it occurs to him what exactly she's trying to do, and he huffs out a - ) Oh, give me that, ( and reaches out to snatch hold of her wrist, two fingers of his own finding the proper pulse point now instead.
it's the moment of truth. does he feel a heartbeat? )
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Yo, what if I'm not actually dead?
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Isn't that something you'd know? ( like, come on, he can't be doing all the work here. she can at at least bring to the table some passing knowledge on whether or not she's dead. ) Have you a pulse? Is your body warm instead of cold?
Do I truly have to walk you through this?
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[ The pulse, though? She's honestly never tried. She considers it for a second, then sticks a finger to her wrist. (She's missed the right spot by a good 2 inches, and looks more and more concerned by that.) ]
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it's the moment of truth. does he feel a heartbeat? )