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On Your Doorstep

They ended up on your doorstep, quite literally. Bloody, possibly. Bruised, most definitely, though the wounds may be mental. You probably don't know them from Adam, yet you couldn't find it in you to turn them away - whether they wanted you to or not. So you opened up your home, just for a little while.

But it's getting to be more than a little while. Both of you are finding a comfort zone, because you didn't simply open up your home. Admit it or don't, but you've opened up your heart all the same.

Their's is slowly following, if its reluctant at all.

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[He sags, sitting on his coffee table and closing his eyes over.]

'Kay.

[He reaches over to get into the first aid kit, opening it up.]

Can you get the rest of your shirt off or do you need help?

[He's already taking care of it. It takes a little finagling but he pulls off the shredded bloody mess that used to be his shirt. He sits up a lot easier now.]

[It's a lot easier to see the rest of his injuries now. His arms are pretty scraped up and there's a few deep claw marks in his back. He's a huge mess.]

[This is the worst part about being friends with them. Not that they're metal, not that they're different. That they fight, and they get hurt like this. That they do it willingly, expecting no thanks or reward. Just because they're the only ones that can fight Shocker well enough to really help.]

[His jaw sets in a frown and he's silent the entire time he wraps Hayato up, to keep him from bleeding all over the couch. He'll probably have to get the thing reupholstered anyway, but he does that pretty regularly anyway given how often he comes home bloodied up himself.]

Would painkillers help?

[Not "do they work", not "would you feel the difference". He'll never treat them like they're different.]

[It's right about now that there's a sharp rap at the door; it's no mystery who it is, as he calls in right after.]

Taki, is Ichimonji with you?

[It startles him, and he jolts, but manages a chuckle as he gets up. Right on time, ten minutes late, Hongo.]

[He opens the door rather than responding, and tosses his head to the side to indicate the mess of an idiot on the couch.]

Shows up at 2am with a goddamn monster claw in his chest. In his chest. Like, inside. Y'all are gonna send me to an early grave.

[Ayep. He looks up as he hears the knock. Right on time.]

I'm making trouble for everyone it looks like.

In his chest?

[He steps inside and- ah, yes, it all makes sense now. Good thing he brought a more cyborg-oriented 'first aid' kit with him, which he sets aside momentarily to take a closer look at the damage.]

. . . You overdid it again, I see.

Yes, in. It's on the coffee table now. I, for one, am gonna go wash my hands and smoke on the balcony while you fix him up so I don't just punch him.

[A beat.]

Are you all right, Hongo?

[All he can really offer is a lopsided, somewhat abashed smile as Hongo comes over to inspect him. He's kind of wrapped up but yes, there is a gaping hole in his chest. He shifts so he's sitting up.]

It caught me off guard. I made sure to take it down with me.

[He glances over at Taki.]

I guess it would be pretty hypocritical of me to tell you those things are going to kill you, huh?

I'm fine. Ichimonji will be too, but it may take some time.

[Even if he can't see all the damage, the fact that the claw was in his chest gives him an idea of what he'll be working with.]

[He nods at Ichimonji's explanation. He defeated it, that's the important part.]

Before you go, Taki, is there a spare bed we could use?

[He stops mid-step and waves a hand.]

Just use mine, I hardly do anyway. You need any help carrying nimrod?

[He's going to be somewhat cross with you for a while here, Hayato. Which is precisely why he thwaps him (gently) upside the head for his comment about the cigarettes.] You're doing a fine enough job of that on your own.

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[He makes such a face at being called nimrod.]

[The thwap obviously didn't hurt, but it startles him slightly and he gives him ANOTHER look, before having the grace to look scolded.]

Yeah.

[He already feels kind of like garbage for dragging Taki into so much of their bullshit.]

[Sorry if he smiles a bit at your guys' antics. Clearly he'll be just fine. He stands up straight.]

That depends. [and to Hayato] Can you stand?

[He sees that smile, Hongo. You moe little fuck.]

[One hand goes to one hip and he shifts his weight, making a face at Hayato. Yeah, can you stand, butthead?]

[He's ignoring you both in favor of seeing if he can stand. He sort of stood earlier, to get this far. Maybe. Moving is actually really difficult. He can feel how the gaping hole in his chest is starting to affect the performance of the rest of his body. He's sluggish and kind of jerky but he rolls to his side so he can put his feet on the ground.]

[After testing his footing he hauls himself up to his feet.]

[Only to crash through the coffee table and hit the ground again. Oops. Sorry, Taki. He'll get you a new one.]

Edited 2015-02-07 06:48 (UTC)

[GOD DAMNIT WHY ARE YOU A CONSTANT TERROR TO THE LIVELIHOOD OF POOR UNSUSPECTING TABLES.]

[Taki shouts, making a diligent grab toward Hayato as he falls, but having been a few steps too far from him to catch him. So he just... watches him hit the table, watches it crack under his weight, and watches with a dull, if frazzled expression as the fucking claw that was previously lodged in his chest rolls harmlessly to bump into his own socked toe.]

...Gonna take that as a no.

Edited 2015-02-07 06:51 (UTC)

[And he was so ready to have faith in your standing abilities. He'll make sure not to ask next time.]

[He hurriedly helps him up, please stop destroying Taki's house and also yourself.]

I was hoping you could tell me without giving a demonstration.

[WOW, that did not go at all like how he wanted it to. Granted, crashing through the table hurt less the most of the crap that he endured so far tonight, but the blow to his dignity still kind of stung as he laid on the floor a moment or two before Hongo was helping him up.]

Grossly underestimated. [Like. Everything. Including standing abilities.]

Sorry. [Fffuuuck.]

I'll replace it. [Yeah he's... Hongo might have to support him entirely. He's lot a lot of blood and he's got so many holes in his body right now that everything else is finally trying to shut down. Good-bye motor functions.]

[Taki just shifts his weight and and shakes his head, scrubbing one hand through the back of his hair in fond annoyance. Hayato you're a pain in the dick sometimes.]

We'll worry about that when there isn't a huge gaping chunk missing out of your chest, yea? Come on.

[And he sidles on over to help Hongo carry him back to his bedroom. These idiots, what is he going to do with any of you.]

[Yeah, he should have just carried him over without even asking.]

Don't expect to be back on your feet anytime soon.

[He lets Taki help him lug the idiot over to an actual bed. Hope you weren't planning to use that bed anytime soon.]

Sorry about this, Taki.

[HE TRIED. There was an attempt. It ended in failure but it was there. He huffs a defeated sigh and lets them carry him over to the bed.]

S'okay. I can't feel my toes anyway.

[Or his fingers really. This is kind of disconcerting but he's kind of loopy from blood loss, anyway.]

[Taki chuckles at that, shaking his head at Hongo.]

I'll sock him in the jaw good when he's coherent and it'll all be well and good. Hitting him now I'd just feel like a bully.

[Once they've got the graceless bleeding wonder on the bed, Taki quirks his mouth and sets a hand on his hip.]

Can I get you anything, Hongo?

[Just don't make any more attempts for now please.]

Let's wait a while on anyone hitting anybody.

[He sets about arranging Hayato on the bed and removing his bandages.]

If you could bring me my kit from the other room. Aside from that, you don't have to stay. It could get messy.

Oh boy.

[Man, he loves getting ripped open and put back together again. It's his favorite fucking thing to do YEAH.]

[But yeah, upon removing the bandages, Hongo will find that gaping hole in his chest as well as a number of other deep cuts and gouges. He's got blood, torn skin, and bits of shredded metal and wires all over the place.]

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[Pfuh.]

[He wanders back out to the main room for Hongo's tool kit, and back into the bedroom in time to see some hella cyborg guts, and he might possibly go just a little bit pale.]

...Definitely time for me to go smoke those cigarettes, yep. Holler if you need me, yea?

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