[ Samatoki draws back his microphone, deactivating it. It turns into a regular dynamic mic before he puts it in his pocket. ]
I've had worse.
[ He doesn't need to see a medic or anything. His head might be in a little bit of pain, but it'll die out sooner or later. Now, he lets Jyuto take care of Sasara while he pulls out a cigarette to smoke. ]
[ Sasara takes Jyuto's arm to help himself up. He'll take the lawman up on his offer further, mic in the hand that isn't going to be holding on. Emphasis on help, but he's lighter to drag around than Samatoki. And of course the guy's still tough as nails, there's just one time Sasara didn't see him get back up.
No witty answer here, though, from hanging over the policeman's shoulder he looks Samatoki's way. ] He came around to pick you up.
Come on, Samatoki. [ Sasara wants him to, too, for what it's worth... Jyuto seems like he'll let him smoke in the car anyway. Give an ear to your teammate–current and former. ]
i am so sorry about this tag taking like a month guys ;;__;;
[ Jyuto shifts under Sasara's weight, stabilizing his arm over his shoulder. He's about to nag at Samatoki himself, but wordlessly, he appreciates the help Sasara's offered him. He doesn't know the comedian well enough to have any sort of opinion on him, but it's refreshing that at least Samatoki's former teammate has some sense of keeping a look out for him, someone who's been reckless as long as Jyuto has known him. ]
You don't have a say in the matter, Samatoki. [ Frankly. Jyuto will bend him over the car, cuff and drag him if he needs to. The text message had summoned him specifically to play the role of nurse, hadn't it? Jyuto's been invited, and he's not about to do him a disservice. Something may be sprained.
He hoists and walks Sasara along towards the police car with a muttered apology, a polite one between strangers. He can't say this is the way he'd imagined he'd learn more about Sasara, but somehow, he's happy he was entrusted to this task before anyone else. (Though he can't help but keep thinking that Riou makes a better heavy lifter...) ]
Don't make me bend you over and cuff you— [ Bitten mom threat, called back to Yokohama blood. He lowers Sasara into the backseat in the meantime, careful. ] There we go. Do you need water or anything before we depart?
Jeez, shut up already. You're like some kinda nanny!
[ He won't say "mom". He's not gonna say it, even though he knows the line is to tease someone that they're acting like a mom when they nag a lot. His mom is sacred, okay.
Samatoki is grumbling as he opens the door to the passenger's seat. The car jumps slightly when he sits inside, arms crossed like he's a kid throwing a tantrum. (He is.) ]
[ It's all right, Sasara assures, and thanks the guy and apologizes with a similarly distant politeness to Jyuto. Samatoki being Samatoki contrasts his teammate completely, but there can't be much said about that when he once joined up with Sasara. Polar opposites, when he's telling jokes instead of barely holding his knees.
He'll take the ride lying down across the seats, just as soon as Jyuto lets him in. ]
Ah– I'm good. [ On water, anyway, of course he's hurting. If he wasn't he'd say something smart about Samatoki being a brat... Some grunted discomfort is all when the car feels like a boat. ]
[ Jyuto gives Sasara a tight-lipped smile, like he’s embarrassed that Sasara has to witness Samatoki being this way. He may already be familiar enough with it, but even so. ]
He calls. [ Jyuto says quietly enough, words dismissing himself. He closes the back door of the vehicles and then heads around back to the front where Samatoki’s seated and urging him to go. He sighs and starts the car, but doesn’t pull out or drive until a cigarette is lit, an important step that he can’t skip out on. Tobacco wafts in a little cloud, and Jyuto creaks the windows down so that the smell isn’t trapped around them. He doesn’t know how much or how little Sasara may care.
The ride for the most part is quiet. He leads Sasara and Samatoki to the clinic where he once worked, leaving them to sit in the waiting room together and hitting the buzzer to summon whatever NPC receptionist has been hired in his place. ]
Jinguji-sensei? [ He flashes the woman ID, and she moves to notify the doctor after passing Jyuto a clipboard. He moves back to the waiting room where Sasara and Samatoki are, filling out most of Samatoki’s paperwork for him because he gets the feeling Samatoki will bitch about having to do it otherwise. ]
[Of course he's tending to other things at the time. But to hear Jyuto is dropping off a couple of patients...well, this should be interesting. He pulls on his coat and makes his way out to them. For Jyuto, this was possibly more like a favor. They were colleagues after all.
When he opens the door to the waiting room, he raises a brow.]
[ Samatoki's definitely gonna be bitching, but he seems to calm down when Jakurai comes out to greet them. He's still not pleased, and it sounds like he isn't either, but he knows when to not lose his temper. Being in Jakurai's presence is one of those instances. ]
I ain't the one you should be checkin' on right away. [ It should just be Sasara, dammit.
... But he's getting up from his seat and following, anyway. He's a good dog when he wants to be. ]
[ Won't it mean trouble if Jakurai and Samatoki face off again... he's forgetting the constellations that've set up in this place, even the one he's in the middle of, at least until Samatoki's griping goes up in smoke. Sasara is heavy on the arms of the chair getting up, and then for another moment heavy against the doorframe out of the waiting room as he follows. ]
Didn't ya want out of here? Samatoki can go first...
[ Just like the battle went. Roughed up as he is it's a stupid thing to say though, and not even funny, but if they're racing for first he's behind anyway. Sasara's as bad as he looks. If Samatoki sticks around he'll want to apologize some more. ]
[And for good reason, probably. He's not sure what conflict happened or what damage has been. But looking at Sasara says that there was a pretty hefty fight. Did he tangle with Samatoki? He definitely looks like he did.
So he meets Sasara in the middle, putting an arm around him to support him.]
Nurude-san, was it? Can you tell me the extent of your injuries?
[ Ah... he'd have had fight enough left in him to 'help' Samatoki skip out. Not with the doctor putting his foot down, though. Confusion somehow gets mixed with relief, that the other isn't even arguing with it. Then Sasara won't either, anyway. ]
Ahem...– [ ( What a mess. ) He keeps thinking. ] Everything kinda hurts. [ Trust him not to be pulling any of his punches, right? ]
Eh, my head's really... [ Really hurting the most. Especially as Sasara picks himself up, with Jakurai's help, from slumping too much. He puts one hand back up to it; Samatoki's seen that before. ]
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I've had worse.
[ He doesn't need to see a medic or anything. His head might be in a little bit of pain, but it'll die out sooner or later. Now, he lets Jyuto take care of Sasara while he pulls out a cigarette to smoke. ]
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No witty answer here, though, from hanging over the policeman's shoulder he looks Samatoki's way. ] He came around to pick you up.
Come on, Samatoki. [ Sasara wants him to, too, for what it's worth... Jyuto seems like he'll let him smoke in the car anyway. Give an ear to your teammate–current
and former. ]i am so sorry about this tag taking like a month guys ;;__;;
You don't have a say in the matter, Samatoki. [ Frankly. Jyuto will bend him over the car, cuff and drag him if he needs to. The text message had summoned him specifically to play the role of nurse, hadn't it? Jyuto's been invited, and he's not about to do him a disservice. Something may be sprained.
He hoists and walks Sasara along towards the police car with a muttered apology, a polite one between strangers. He can't say this is the way he'd imagined he'd learn more about Sasara, but somehow, he's happy he was entrusted to this task before anyone else. (Though he can't help but keep thinking that Riou makes a better heavy lifter...) ]
Don't make me bend you over and cuff you— [ Bitten mom threat, called back to Yokohama blood. He lowers Sasara into the backseat in the meantime, careful. ] There we go. Do you need water or anything before we depart?
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[ He won't say "mom". He's not gonna say it, even though he knows the line is to tease someone that they're acting like a mom when they nag a lot. His mom is sacred, okay.
Samatoki is grumbling as he opens the door to the passenger's seat. The car jumps slightly when he sits inside, arms crossed like he's a kid throwing a tantrum. (He is.) ]
Hurry up already!
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He'll take the ride lying down across the seats, just as soon as Jyuto lets him in. ]
Ah– I'm good. [ On water, anyway, of course he's hurting. If he wasn't he'd say something smart about Samatoki being a brat... Some grunted discomfort is all when the car feels like a boat. ]
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He calls. [ Jyuto says quietly enough, words dismissing himself. He closes the back door of the vehicles and then heads around back to the front where Samatoki’s seated and urging him to go. He sighs and starts the car, but doesn’t pull out or drive until a cigarette is lit, an important step that he can’t skip out on. Tobacco wafts in a little cloud, and Jyuto creaks the windows down so that the smell isn’t trapped around them. He doesn’t know how much or how little Sasara may care.
The ride for the most part is quiet. He leads Sasara and Samatoki to the clinic where he once worked, leaving them to sit in the waiting room together and hitting the buzzer to summon whatever NPC receptionist has been hired in his place. ]
Jinguji-sensei? [ He flashes the woman ID, and she moves to notify the doctor after passing Jyuto a clipboard. He moves back to the waiting room where Sasara and Samatoki are, filling out most of Samatoki’s paperwork for him because he gets the feeling Samatoki will bitch about having to do it otherwise. ]
He should be out any moment.
i arrive finally hello
When he opens the door to the waiting room, he raises a brow.]
Samatoki-kun, Sasara-kun. Come with me.
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I ain't the one you should be checkin' on right away. [ It should just be Sasara, dammit.
... But he's getting up from his seat and following, anyway. He's a good dog when he wants to be. ]
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Didn't ya want out of here? Samatoki can go first...
[ Just like the battle went. Roughed up as he is it's a stupid thing to say though, and not even funny, but if they're racing for first he's behind anyway. Sasara's as bad as he looks. If Samatoki sticks around he'll want to apologize some more. ]
omg you guys can kick me next time!!!! PLS
[And for good reason, probably. He's not sure what conflict happened or what damage has been. But looking at Sasara says that there was a pretty hefty fight. Did he tangle with Samatoki? He definitely looks like he did.
So he meets Sasara in the middle, putting an arm around him to support him.]
Nurude-san, was it? Can you tell me the extent of your injuries?
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[ He'll be obedient, Sensei. Please don't stick a needle in him when this is done??
And he'll let Sasara do the talking for now. He's not really sure how badly Sasara took his hits, just that he did. That much is obvious. ]
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Ahem...– [ ( What a mess. ) He keeps thinking. ] Everything kinda hurts. [ Trust him not to be pulling any of his punches, right? ]
Eh, my head's really... [ Really hurting the most. Especially as Sasara picks himself up, with Jakurai's help, from slumping too much. He puts one hand back up to it; Samatoki's seen that before. ]