On Your Doorstep

[onlycareaboutshipping]

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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[cyborghands]

[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?

[takirider]

[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?]

[expertonshutters]

[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.]

[takirider]

[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.

[cyborghands]

[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.

[expertonshutters]

[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.]

[takirider]

[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.]

[cyborghands]

[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.

[expertonshutters]

[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.]

[takirider]

[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?

[cyborghands]

[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.

[expertonshutters]

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.]

[takirider]

[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?

[cyborghands]

[Yeah he's not going to make you stay for cyborg guts party.]

Thanks. I'll make this up to you later.

[this being, y'know, our mutual cyborg friend breaking and bleeding all over your shit.]

[Goes about prepping for happy fun time repairs.]

[expertonshutters]

[Hayato frowns but doesn't say anything after that. Ugh, he really did feel like garbage for dropping all of this on Taki. He should have found somewhere else to go before he collapsed. He should have just not gotten this banged up. You'd think with how long he's been at this he would have done a little better.]

[He drops his head back on the pillow and takes to staring up at the wall while Hongo works.]