[ 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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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. ]