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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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Yeah, s-sure.. [He leaves and returns after a few of minutes searching with a couple of different kinds of towels. A bigger, normal sized one and a few small hand towels. And after setting them next to Gundam, he sits himself down on the floor nearby, giving him a worried and stern look.]

...is it gonna be okay? [Are you going to be okay?]

[Taking the towels with a quiet thanks, he uses one to gently start brushing it off. One of the smaller ones. Now that he thinks about it, he's glad the boy had brought a few. He still doesn't answer him as he finishes this task, taking the cleaner hand towel to soak a small portion of it with the peroxide, carefully starting to tend the larger wounds on the feline. When he does speak, there's a bit of strain in his voice.]

It is too early to safe for sure but...no. I do not believe this child of Sphinx will survive.

[There's a soft, slight downward twitch of his lips, but it's only there for a moment. Gundam remains carefully neutral, focusing all of his effort and energy to tending the cat instead of feeling upset that it may not live.]

...o-oh I.. I'm sorry.. [Well that's...

He's not entirely sure how to respond correctly, so he'll just. Gently reach over to hold onto Gundam's arm for comfort.

Truth be told, he'd like to hurry up and fix up Gundam's wounds but he'll patiently wait until Gundam's done with the poor kitten first..]

[There would be now way to tear him away from the cat to do that anyway. There's a large amount of appreciation that he respects this as well.

The boy tenses up a little under the touch, but diligently continues cleaning and treating the cats wounds, working the antibiotic gel carefully into the smaller ones and...seeming a little unsure as to what to do for the wounds too big to use that on.]

You have nothing to apologize for, Kazuichi. The fact that humans can be so...detestable is no fault of yours.

Y-yeah, but... [He goes quiet at that, still a bit unsure what to say at a time like this. Though, while being quiet he watches Gundam work, and notices the hesitance about the bigger cuts.]

...yikes, the little guy must've gotten in a serious scrap, huh? [He stands up again and leaves, but only for a second to fetch something -- a small suturing kit.]

Here.

[There's a grumble, murmuring about how scrap is the lightest way you could put it, but he doesn't fully voice these opinions. It was no scrap, but thinking about the details now would only serve to anger him again.

Er. More than he already was.

But he's a little surprised when Souda returns with the kit, taking it gingerly and thanking him again.]

Being able to seal these wounds should somewhat improve his chances...you are doing this creature a great service.

[Once the needle is threaded, he positions the cat in such away that it's head is resting against his bandaged arm - if it struggles, that arm can be used to at least take most of it's fearful attacks - and carefully takes one of the larger lacerations between his fingers. He's so gentle in closing it with his fingertips to make suturing easier, quietly shooshing the cat as it protests. Though after only two runs of the needle he stops, focusing on trying to stop the feline from struggling.]

...Kazuichi. May I make a request for your assistance?

Yeah, what'cha need..? [He sounds a little nervous, because he doesn't really.. want to have to help with the kitten. Stuff like sewing wounds makes him a bit squeamish, to be honest... but it's also not like he can really say no to Gundam, either.]

Wash your hands first. [Now that the animal has mostly calmed down once again, he turns to look at Souda.]

I won't expect you to wield the needle, but...I do need help holding him still. I cannot do all of this with only these two hands of mine...

[Clearly much to his dismay. He wanted to be able to help the creature on his own, but there was just no way...]

Oh. R-right, sure. I'll go clean up, then. [Probably a good idea, since he's been touching oil and greasy engines all night..

He washes up then, making sure he was very, very clean, and holds his arms out for the cat.

As much as he didn't want to have to hold the kitten, he was also... touched, really. Since he's aware of how important this must be to Gundam, and how he hardly never lets another human touch any animals in his vicinity.]

[Gundam is careful to show him exactly how to hold the animal. Really he only needs the cats hind end to be held steady and firmly, as he didn't want to leave the mechanic in harms way should the feline continue scratching and biting.

Which it surely would.

But once he has it settled, and Souda is holding onto him where he needs him to, he picks up the needle again.]

Just hold him firmly at the hips. He will fight - he still has a lot of fire in him - but it should not be more than you can handle. Do not be frightened by it. He will not be able to reach you with his teeth and claws.

[He's quick to return to the task at hand. There are three wounds that require sutures. You can do it, Souda.]

I'm not scared of getting hurt.. but yeah, I'll be careful. [He gently, but firmly, holds onto the cat while Gundam sutures it's wounds.]

[There's a soft grunt in reply to that, but beyond that the boy is silent as he focuses on his job. At least, silent beyond trying to soothe the animal. Gentle coo's, soft words, whatever he can do to relieve some of his anxiety. Because it does struggle and it does fight. Getting stitches hurts without anything to dull the nerves somewhat, but he didn't have a choice. It's not until the last stitch is in place that he speaks again, carefully cutting the thread and setting the needle aside for now.]

You're free to let go now. All that is left is to wrap the injuries. That I am able to manage on my own.

[He'll do such as that then, and start picking up the bloodstained towels.]

....you're gonna stay the night here, right?

I wouldn't impose upon you in such a way.

[It's stated matter-of-factly as he works on finishing up with the kitten.]

Though...as it were, making it home may be difficult. There is a reason I brought an injured animal to your door rather than simply returned to my own abode.

[Because he doesn't have any medicine here nor his first aid kit, not to mention food for the beast he took in...he couldn't expect Souda to carry things like that simply because they were in a relationship.]

But nonetheless, I will not stay if it will be a problem. I cannot ask you to care for my new charge so suddenly like this, after all.

Are you kidding? [He smiles, just a bit, and folds his arms across his chest.]

If you didn't stay it would be a problem. I mean, just look at you! [He huffs a little, and lightly smacks Gundam on the head.]

I'd be really worried and that's totally against my character so you might as well just stay here, alright?

[There's a frown at the soft strike, the teen ducking his face down into his scarf just a little as he glances away. But he nods after a moment, stroking the feline a few more times before allowing it to wander as it pleased. Mostly it stayed close to Gundam, but it did move over to the cushion next to him at least.]

These wounds are purely superficial, I assure you. For an unholy creature such as myself, the damage a mortal can inflict is minimal. You needn't worry.

But if it will ease your mind, then here I shall stay.

Yeah, yeah. [Well now that the kitty is taken care of, Souda'll move to get the hydrogen peroxide and one of the clean towels and move over to Gundam.]

Hold out your arms.

[There's a momentary brow raise before he lifts up his non bandaged arm. Ah, right, Souda was pretty upset about his own injuries...]

...I am plenty capable of taking care of these myself. There's no need to inconvenience yourself doing so.

Don't be a dumbass. If it was an inconvenience, I wouldn't have let you in my house. Hell, we probably wouldn't even be dating right now. [He dabs some of the peroxide onto the towel, and gingerly takes Gundam's hand to start cleaning the wounds on his arm.]

Heh, you're lucky I mess up all the time during mechanic work, otherwise I'd have no idea how to take care of ya'.

[With a slight wince, he looks away. His other hand raises up to tug his scarf over his face a little. He still was easily flustered with the dating comments, only just now at a point where touching like this was okay.

And even then it wasn't really okay...but Souda wouldn't accept a no. And he didn't want to push the other teen away.]

...You should be more careful. A mechanic would be useless if he were missing too many fingers.

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[He shrugs a little, and dampens the towel a bit more for some of the larger cuts.]

I would've lost my fingers by now if that was gonna be problem. [Once he's satisfied, he moves to using the disinfectant gel (a bit sloppily), before wrapping his arm with some of the remaining bandages.]

Alright, give me your face. [He's not sure where else Gundam's hurt, but the face is the most obvious at the moment.]

[He mumbles his reply, ducking his head down further before complying and looking over at him. There are certainly plenty of other places to tend to, but if he can keep the mechanic from having to tend everything himself, he will...]

[.....god he was stupidly cute, but now wasn't the time to admire his cuteness.

Alright, maybe he'll give Gundam's forehead a quick kiss before wiping his face off with another (wet) towel.]

Jeez, it's so like you to get yourself into trouble over an animal... you should've called me for help or something.

[If he could retreat back into his scarf again he would. Unfortunately his face needs tending, and he frowns a little at that remark.]

I would not just abandon a creature in need like that...and if I had waited any longer, I fear this one would have been dead by the time I reached your stoop. I could not afford to follow a path such as that at the time.

Still... I mean for you to get the crap beat out of you like this... [He sighs a little through his nose, while continuing to scrub at Gundam's face.]

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