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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[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.]