"Pain tolerance is a strongsuit of mine." She let it sizzle for a moment longer before looking down at her hand and shaking off the excess alcohol. "Its also not very dignified to cry like a baby when its literally just cleaning the wound." She shrugged. "What would you have done?"

"Clearly." He said, still visible perturbed by the expressionless face. He cleared his throat. "I'd of course react the same, even more stoic than you. Why would you ask?" Rome swerved as she past, just to hit the back of his head, as if it was a casual thing, his hair flicked and put out of place. Rome grabbed one of the thinnest needles she could find and bent it a bit.

"Because I seriously doubt that you getting a wound cleaned would be described as stoic." She flashed him a teasing grin, looking over at Rome and losing quite a lot of color ad the smile vanished

"I SO would be described as stoic. Masculine,..Handsome." He said with a teasing underline. He watched her watch Rome while Rome threaded the needle. She watched as Asta looked very disturbed. "You should sit down. And YOU, are blocking my light shoo." She waved off Ethan who "UGHHH"ed in response, rolled his eyes and went back outside.

"Sure, just leave me in here with the scary needle lady, Ethan, ya gentleman!" She called after him, plopping on a seat and staring at the needle like it was going to stomp on a kitten.

"Whooooops!" He called back in from the outdoors. Flopping onto the grass and toying with the grass.

Rome rolled her eyes. "Don't watch if you don't want to." She said, glancing up at Asta, kneeling and taking her hand. If she faints it'll just go faster. She tried to justify the pale terror on Asta's face.

She stared at her hand for a moment before tearing her gaze away and staring fiercely out the window, the look of pure terror not quite erased from her fine features. "Okay." She whispered, waiting for pain.

Rome stared up at her for a moment longer before back to her hand and pushing through. She made a kinda good pattern, stitching as fast and even as she could. Absently thinking about where she had bandages at.

She didnt make a noise, but squeezed her eyes shut and did her best to stay still while the needle weaved back and forth through her skin. A tiny tear drifted down her face while she focused on breathing and keeping her eyes closed.

Rome could hear her struggling, she bit her lip and evenly sewed. She didn't like hurting people. Usually. She was kind of amazed at how long the gash was. Ethan was on the roof because he could be as Rome finally finished. Tying off the end and biting it off. "I'm done."