As Medkit sat on a worn, leather-bound stool, Ban Hammer towered over him, his massive frame and imposing presence making it seem like a small mountain range had taken a seat. The sound of wrapping bandages echoed through the small, dimly lit room as Medkit worked to tend to Ban Hammer's wounds.

Ban Hammer's booming laughter filled the air as he playfully poked at Medkit's antlered head with his hammer, the sound of the metal striking the hard, crystalline surface sending a slight vibration through the room. Medkit's response was a good-natured chuckle, his right hand never faltering as he wrapped the last of the bandages around Ban Hammer's arm.

"Ah, you're feeling a bit better now, I see," Medkit said, his voice laced with amusement. He glanced up at Ban Hammer's blindfolded face, his diamond-shaped eyepatch glinting in the faint light. "Though I think you might still be in a bit of trouble if you're not careful."

Ban Hammer chuckled again, his deep voice rumbling through the room. "Trouble? Ha! I'm Ban Hammer! I can handle myself in any situation!" He punctuated his statement by giving Medkit a playful tap on the head with his hammer, making the smaller man wince slightly.

Medkit winced, rubbing the spot where Ban Hammer's hammer had struck him. "Well, I suppose that's true... for now." He stood up, brushing off his trenchcoat as he turned to face Ban Hammer. "But just remember, I've got your back... or should I say, your front?" He flashed a quick smile before returning to his usual serious demeanor.