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THE RANDOM SCENARIO MEME 3.0


- Post your character, name, and series in the subject. Include any preferences as well.
- Go to RNG and enter 1-7 for a scene type, and 1-20 for a scene to play out.
- Have fun!



TYPE OF SCENE.
① Action → Gun fights, bar brawls, fights to the death are all possible scenarios.
② Angst → Characters suffer emotionally or physically from relationships breaking up, death, injury, etc. Hurt and comfort themes are included.
③ Crack → Genderswaps, super powers, sudden compulsions are all possible outcomes.
④ Fluff → Something that is devoid of angst. It's light-hearted and might have the overtone of romance.
⑤ Gen → General fun, things that didn't fit in the other categories.
⑥ Sex → First times, kinks, even dubcon are all possible themes of sex related scenarios.
⑦ Your choice → Think of your own scenario, choose one of the above or make a combo even!




ACTION.
① Zombies → It's the zombie apocalypse, lock and load!
② Bar brawl → You had one too many drinks, said something wrong, and now you're being asked to take it outside.
③ Chase → You're caught in a high speed chase.
④ Gun fight → You're caught in a big shoot-out.
⑤ Fight with a friend → You're fighting with a friend, all out.
⑥ Interrogation → You're being interrogated for some offense you've done.
⑦ Aliens → Aliens are attacking and you're not going to take your probe laying down!
⑧ Final battle → This is it. The battle that will end all the fighting for you. Will you win? Will you get that peace you want?
⑨ Training → You're not actually fighting, just training for the inevitable.
⑩ No hope → You know this fight has no hope. It's not going to end well for anyone involved, but you can't turn away.
⑪ Sneaking in → You're stealing a diamond or sneaking in to kick some bad guy butt, but whatever it is, you have to practice stealth.
⑫ Blue wire → You're faced with a bomb that needs to be disarmed.
⑬ Fight for honour → You've been disgraced or someone you care about has, so it's time to fight for honour.
⑭ Showdown → Time for a cowboy-style showdown. Whoever draws the fastest wins.
⑮ War → You're caught in the middle of a war here. Remember to keep your chin up and keeping fighting.
⑯ Apocalypse → The apocalypse finally happened and now you're left to scavenge and fight for whatever is left.
⑰ Sabotage → It's time to sabotage someone's plan! How is entirely up to you. Do you set up a bomb in their toilet? Do you double cross them at the last minute?
⑱ Big damn hero → You know you have to handle this one alone, so that means disarming or knocking unconscious the person who wants to join you.
⑲ Fight club → You know the rules... you're in an underground fighting ring and you're fighting with all you've got.
⑳ Threaten → You've just been sent here to rough them up a little, threaten them into behaving.

ANGST.
① Injury / illness → Your character has become injured or ill! To what extent is the mun's choice.
② Last moments → You character has been gravely injured and this is their last chance to say their last words.
③ Depression → Your character is depressed, what actions they take is up to the mun.
④ Betrayed → You character has been betrayed by the other. How do they react?
⑤ Tortured → Your character is being tortured and needs rescuing or at least a sympathetic ear to help him through it.
⑥ Jealousy → Your character is feeling jealous and must deal with it, how will they do it?
⑦ Breakup! → This relationship has gone as far as it can, it's time to breakup.
⑧ Broken → For whatever reason, the character is broken, mentally or or physically.
⑨ Fight → You can't even be in the same room as your friend or lover without arguing anymore.
⑩ Lost → You lost the biggest fight of your life and now all you can do is try to pick up the pieces.
⑪ Worst nightmare → Whatever you fear the most is now real or maybe you're just trapped in a dream together, but whatever it is, it feels too real.
⑫ Addicted → You're addicted to something, alcohol, drugs, sex, whatever. It's destroying your life and you can't do anything to stop it.
⑬ Hurt you → You're being forced to hurt someone you love either by betraying them or even being forced to shout things you don't mean. It's for their own good in the end though.
⑭ Separation → You were forced to leave this person for their own safety and while you've been miserable without them, you really didn't mean to run into them again... maybe it was by accident or you were watching them from afar this whole time.
⑮ Becoming a monster → You are slowly changing, becoming a monster: vampire, zombie, demon, something you can't recover from and no-one can help you.
⑯ Frozen → You are entirely helpless, frozen, to stop some kind of disaster.
⑰ Prison → You were very bad and now it's time to pay the price by turning yourself in or maybe the law just finally caught up to you.
⑱ Fear → You're not sure why, but you are suddenly terrified and you can't deal with it. You need help.
⑲ Hated → You are now hated by the person you loved the most.
⑳ Down and out → You're living on the streets, you've hit rock bottom, and you don't know what to do.

CRACK.
① Sexswap → Uh-oh, you're suddenly the opposite sex!
② Forced confessions → No matter what it is and no matter how hard you resist, you're going to be compelled to spill some deep dark secret!
③ Mind-reading → You've suddenly got the ability to read minds!
④ Animal → You're suddenly part animal or transformed into an animal!
⑤ Awkward pick-up lines → You're compelled to use bad pickup lines on whoever is closest!
⑥ Back in School / Graduated → You're suddenly back in school! Or if you were already in it, you've aged and long since graduated!
⑦ Vampires, werewolves, and zombies, oh my! → You're suddenly a vampire, werewolf, or zombie! Maybe even a demon or a devil, whatever creepy crawly you can think of. What do you do now?
⑧ Ghost → You're suddenly a ghost or at least invisible. What are you going to do with this new ability?
⑨ Awkward conversations → So did you just fart or what? Any conversation goes, as long as it's embarrassing and awkward.
⑩ Crossdressing → For whatever reason, you're suddenly dressed in clothes of the opposite sex.
⑪ Suddenly naked → Oops! Your clothes are suddenly gone.
⑫ Suddenly a kid → You're a kid again! Have fun with that second childhood.
⑬ Fortune cookie → You've suddenly received a note with something that will happen in the future, either precise or vague.
⑭ Super power → And suddenly you're like Superman! Any power goes.
⑮ Bodyswap → Somehow you've changed bodies with the other person.
⑯ Back in time → Somehow, you wound up in the past again. Do you try to correct something or just sit and wait for time to jump? Maybe it jumps to various points in your life or maybe you actually think you're back in the day. Have fun, run wild with the idea!
⑰ To the future → Is it everything you've dreamed? Is it horrible? Whatever happens, you're here to witness what happens to you in the future. Either you take the place of your future self or you're just there to watch. Might cause some confusion if people start seeing double though...
⑱ Angels, mermaids, and fairies! → You're not necessary something dark or evil. You're just something different. How do you deal?
⑲ Locked in a closet → For some reason, you're locked up in a closet with someone else. Do you make nice and try to figure your way out or what?
⑳ Finger trap → You're caught in a Chinese finger trap... with somebody else! You can't figure out how to get loose either... have fun with that.

FLUFF.
① Cuddling → For whatever reason, characters feel like being close and cuddling.
② Pillow talk → After the main event, characters are up for some pillow talk.
③ Celebration → Anniversary or some other big event is taking place and characters want to celebrate!
④ Love confession → Someone has finally decided to confess their love and today is the day!
⑤ Appreciation → You feel the need to show appreciation for that person closest to you, even if it's just a pat on the back.
⑥ Apologies → You made a mistake and now it's time to make it up in some way you know the other can't refuse!
⑦ Get back together → Why did you break up again exactly? Whatever the reason, it was a huge mistake and you both know you can work through it.
⑧ Date night → You've planned for a wonderful night together and you can't wait to get it started.
⑨ Family → You've either found out you're pregnant or you've already got that addition to your family.
⑩ Marriage → You're just about to get hitched or maybe you're enjoying your honeymoon. Maybe you've been together for years now! Whatever the case, it's time for that next big step.
⑪ Meeting again → It's time for that happy reunion finally!
⑫ Love at first sight → For whatever reason, you are now insanely in love with the first person you set eyes on.
⑬ Flirtation → You can't resist to do a little bit of harmless flirtation all of a sudden.
⑭ In the snow → Look outside! It's a winter wonderland, so why not go out and play in it?
⑮ Engagement → You've planned it all out and now it's time to finally pop the question.
⑯ Friendly games → You've set up the game station or board games for a friendly competition!
⑰ Gift → Time to give that special someone a gift just because.
⑱ Recovery → You're taking care of someone who's just recovered from some illness or injury.
⑲ Healing → Time to help mend that someone who's been through hell and back.
⑳ Better than ever → You've finally got everything you've ever wanted here. What is your ideal life and who does it include?

GEN.
① Nice meeting you → It's your first time meeting this person! You bumped into each other on the street, in a bar, at work... whatever!
② Drinks → You're out for drinks! Or just chilling at home with some beers. Wherever!
③ Lost → You're lost and you kind of need help finding your way to where you're going. A little help with directions?
④ Costume party → You're at a costume party, both of you are wearing masks. Do you keep the anonymity or take it off and see whose company you've been enjoying?
⑤ Wrong number → Oops, actually you didn't mean to call that person...
⑥ Drunk → You're already drunk! Drunk dialing, stumbling into someone, showing up unexpected... what type of drunk are you anyway? Aggressive, loving, happy? How does the other react?
⑦ Old friends → you haven't seen this person in a long time!
⑧ Rivals → you're suddenly rivals! Or maybe you have been all along...
⑨ Problems → you've got a problem with each other, just got in a huge fight, whatever. Try to work it out!
⑩ What are your intentions... → This person? They're dating a close friend, family member, etc. You need to find out if they're going to hurt them! Or you need to discuss your friend/family's dating choice.
⑪ I saw you → you saw the other person doing something bad and you need to confront them about it.
⑫ Sorry but no → the other person has feelings that you just don't share. They don't necessarily have to be romantic... maybe you just don't agree with their sudden desire to quit their job and start a business making tiny, fuzzy teddy bears.
⑬ My hero → you need to tell this person how much they mean to you. They've been your best friend or your role model your whole life and they need to know.
⑭ Enabler → you're enabling the other (or each other) to do something bad, really bad. Addiction, stealing, killing, or just any other self-destructive behavior.
⑮ Cooking → Time for an impromptu cooking lesson!
⑯ Oh, sure, I remember you... → It's that awkward moment when someone comes up and seems to know you, but you have no idea who they even are!
⑰ Rescue! → One of you was in trouble, but you came to the rescue!
⑱ Boss → One of you works under the other. Is your relationship good? Are you scheming things? Or do you hate each other?
⑲ Perfect crime → You and the other person have just pulled off the perfect crime... or you're planning to! What are you doing? The heist of the century, an assassination?
⑳ Movies → movie night! Maybe it's a sleepover. Whichever the case, it's time to eat a lot and have fun.

SEX.
① First time → it's your first time together or your first time ever! Enjoy the awkward times!
② Bondage → You and your partner decide to experiment a little with ropes or handcuffs or whatever you'd like to tie your partner up with.
③ Rough / Aggressive → Your characters want it rough.
④ Romantic → Slow and gentle, meaningful, that's how characters want it.
⑤ Dubcon → Character A wants Character B and it doesn't really matter if Character B wants it as bad or not.
⑥ In public → Characters feel like taking a risk and doing it in a public place.
⑦ Roleplay → Naughty nurse fetish? Pirate kink? You and your partner decide to try it out now!
⑧ Healing → You've both fought hard or gone through a rough time and it's time to get some R&R in.
⑨ Last time → This is the last time you're going to this because you're breaking up or maybe your lover is running off to sacrifice their lives in some heroic way. The possibilities are endless, but you better make this one count.
⑩ No strings attached → You're just friends with benefits. Nothing wrong with that, right?
⑪ Anonymous → You met in a restroom or bar, any location of your choosing, but you don't even know each other's names.
⑫ Toys → You're eager to try something new, so why not toys?
⑬ Aphrodisiacs → You've been slipped a strong aphrodisiac somehow and now you absolutely cannot control yourself.
⑭ Show → You're putting on a show by either doing it right in the club or filming it for a bunch of people.
⑮ Ménage à trois → It's time for that threesome you've always dreamed of.
⑯ Non-penetrative → Frottage, handjobs, whatever you want to try out.
⑰ Controlled → You are under mind control and must do whatever your lover asks of you.
⑱ Hatesex → It's not just rough or aggressive, you absolutely cannot stand each other.
⑲ Extreme → Fisting, knifeplay, whatever you can think of so long as it tests the boundaries.
⑳ Fantasy → This is just a fantasy, a dream, and you know it, but what is your ideal fantasy and how willing is your partner?

Comments

[longtempered]

Embarrassed, shy--a little bit of both, though he'd almost rather die than admit any of that. But the truth of the matter is that Shizuo has interacted with very few women for any extended period of time in his life, and half the time he forgets what to do when he does. Or when situations like this crop up. (Actually, he can't remember the last time a situation like this has ever cropped up...) Either way, undressing in front of a woman he barely knows was not something he'd ever expected to be doing anytime particularly soon.

Still though--he'd chosen this over Shinra, he reminds himself--and Namie seems to be entirely unaffected otherwise. Medical sorts like her probably have this kind of thing happen all the time, right? It's only going to be weird if he makes it weird. Don't make it weird. His top layers are peeled off a bit gingerly, waistcoat and shirt set to the side; for a man that can swing around light posts with abandon, he's peculiarly rather more lean than particularly muscled. There's another bullet wound in his side, also bleeding freely, and two more in his back are visible when he leans forward.

The pants will have to go too, of course--Shizuo is almost positive there's at least one bullet in his leg as well, for his shoes to be this thoroughly soaked. Fumbling at his belt, the distracting question is appreciated, even if a low and uncertain hum follows it. "How many times? Well, probably more than once. Twice maybe? ...No, more than that..." It all feels the same to him--picking out individual wounds is actually pretty difficult. He shrugs, nigh oblivious to the bullet in his shoulder. "However many places it's bleeding most, I guess?"

He nudges off his shoes and starts working off his pants, expression carefully schooled into a flat scowl. "Oh, also, don't try wasting any painkiller things on me. Don't need them...I don't feel anything already."

[balking]

This isn't a situation she usually finds herself in either - both the situation of having a person bleeding out on her floor and the one of having a man undressing in her apartment. One, because she's rarely, if ever, inclined to help anyone. And two, because her interest is quite focused already. So, Shizuo has become an exception in one way, at least. The way that's likely the least embarrassing of the two possibilities.

Though, the longer she's beside him and taking count of the wounds once his shirt is gone, the more she does find herself intrigued. Is he a product of Shinra's father or Shinra himself? Is he naturally like this? How does a person take this many bullets and not pass out the moment the adrenaline stops pumping? She doesn't normally find herself all that curious, but seeing him in action in person combined with Izaya's litany of complaints leaves her more inclined to question.

She waits until he's getting out of his pants, allowing him the time to work them off as she switches her attention to the wound at his side. His shoulder is in use and she can't do anything for it at the moment, but she focuses on his side, trying to clean some of the blood from it as she shifts, grabbing the pair of forceps from the things she's taken out of the bag so she can carefully begin the act of getting the bullet out.

"How did you get to this point?" The question is both to satisfy her own growing curiosity and to distract him, both from the embarrassment and the potential pain that might come from wrenching the bullets back out. "Of not feeling anything."

[longtempered]

The forceps are applied to his side, but Shizuo hardly seems to register them--in fact, it's possible he might not have noticed them there at all if they weren't right in front of him, and digging into his side. He glances down at them for a moment and then returns to staring straight forward, pants set aside as well; and now that they are, the last bullet wound is easy to find too, lodged just below one knee.

"I mean, don't get me wrong. I can still feel other things--heh," he finds himself having to bite back half a laugh as the forceps prod at a particular spot (it's kind of ticklish). He shifts just a little bit. "It just doesn't hurt anymore. Not a lot does. Ah, how did I get to this point? It's always been like this for awhile. Started ever since I was around seven, I guess..."

Namie may or may not be having a harder time getting into his side than expected. It's less like poking into a pocket of flesh and almost more like poking into a pocket of rock, with how tense the muscle gets right there. Abnormal to say the least. (Shizuo never leaves Shinra's care without ruining at least one of his best scalpels in the process.)

"I'd get mad and throw things too heavy for me. But every time I broke something it healed back stronger, you know?"

[balking]

It's difficult, to say the least. Luckily, it's not as if she differs all that much in terms of strength compared to Shinra. What it really comes down to is the use of tools and, listening to him talking about how things don't hurt - something that's already apparent, but the lack of wincing at the digging in his side clarifies just how far it goes - leaves her with little hesitation when it comes to the thought of digging a scalpel in as well.

For now, though, she pulls herself back slightly, blood now streaked against the floor by her thanks to being too close to Shizuo. Then she reaches forward, leaving the forceps sticking out of his side while she grabs the leg closest to her and drags his hips toward her. It's to let him rest against the wall at more of an angle so she can see what she's doing with more ease as she pulls a scalpel out and resumes rooting around in the wound to try to pull the bullet out.

"So, you conditioned your body to be like this." It seems insane, honestly, but not the worst thing a person could do to themselves. His tolerance for pain is incredible, though that's just as likely to be the reason he dies one day. Hearing that he started throwing things as a kid, she can't help but wonder...

"Why?" She glances up after a particularly hard prod with her scalpel, one that manages to get the blade wedged between one side of the bullet and muscle. "Do you just have trouble controlling your anger?"

[longtempered]

The shift in position is unexpected--or rather, the method in which the shift happens is unexpected--as Namie abruptly grabs one of his legs and pulls his hips towards her. It's a pretty inoffensive gesture on the whole, of course, and the reason behind it is obvious, but that still ends up earning more of a reaction than the forceps ever did. Shizuo glances at her in surprise for it, cheeks faintly coloring again, though he quickly looks away and plants a hand on the wall to help before the moment can stretch out too awkwardly or anything. (Everything feels weirder without pants, dammit...)

It's almost a bit of a relief when she resumes digging into his side, now with a scalpel as well as the forceps. Conditioned his body? Well, that's one way to put it, though honestly he's not so sure if his body didn't just condition itself. He certainly never felt like he had much of a say on the matter, insistent as his body seemed to be on either getting stronger or dying, no in-between.

But Namie ends up pinpointing the reason for that on the head--so quickly and immediately that it manages to draw his eyes back to her despite himself. Shizuo pauses, staring at her a bit, and then his eyes drop.

"Yeah. Can't really control it at all." He sighs, frowning at a window across the room and the rainwater still streaking across it. "You won't believe me, but I hate violence."

Why did he say that out loud? He'd wonder about it later. Probably the blood loss. But so few people get to hear it, and he never really gets a chance to say it. Not without feeling like the biggest hypocrite in the world--but hazy as things are right now, being a hypocrite doesn't feel quite as bad at this particular moment.

[balking]

When it happens, she's not sure, but she finds herself considering digging into his side more of a distraction from the conversation than the other way around. That's not how it started, the conversation was initially meant to satisfy a bit of curiosity and keep him occupied by something other than his state of dress in front of her. But, as limited as the conversation is, she finds herself training more focus on the wound so she doesn't give in to the talking too much.

It's a good thing for both of them, really, because it's in the space between her speaking and his replying that she manages to dislodge the bullet. And it's after he speaks that she finds herself yanking it out of him, letting out a quiet sigh as she looks down at the mangled bullet caught in the forceps.

"I believe you." It's not as shocking as he thinks it is, but it's different to go from seeing his violence from a distance to being caught up in something of his. Being there, listening to his anger-induced muttering and watching the way it took her own words time to get to him, then seeing the shift in the way he acts between their time surrounded by thugs to now... it's not a stretch.

She considers the wound then glances up at him.

"Do you usually end up with stitches or are those impossible?" She can handle them, she knows, but it's more a matter of whether or not she should bother trying on him. She doesn't want to waste too much time with one wound when there are still four more that need her attention.

[longtempered]

The bullet is yanked out; Shizuo barely twitches, though he supposes that the pins-and-needles do almost intensify in just that moment. Still, it's not saying much. He eyes the bullet dispassionately as well, as Namie examines it, but makes no particular comment on it.

Her admission of belief is a lot more unexpected, really, and he gives her an odd look at that--but he doesn't say anything in response to that, either, save for a small hum and a shift in expression that might almost count for some sort of smile. (His scowl diminishes considerably, anyway.) Does he believe that she believes it? Maybe. She still hasn't given him a reason not to...

"Stitches? Sometimes. Bit of a hassle, though. Shinra always gives me shit for using or ruining all of his supply, too..." The reasons he hardly ever uses a proper hospital are probably becoming particularly apparent with every passing moment of this, really. "I'd save them for any bigger holes. Bandages usually work fine, I heal pretty fast." Once bullets come out, the bleeding generally tends to lessen pretty fast, as far as Shizuo can recall--for some reason. He doesn't know why, but he's certainly not complaining about that.

He pauses again, quiet as Namie prepares to tackle whichever bullet wound she aims for next...but at length: "You haven't been scared once this whole time, huh?"

[balking]

The bullet is discarded on the floor for the time being since there's a clear need to clean once they're finished. She doesn't offer any kind of explanation for her belief even after the look he gives her. If he doesn't believe her, that's fine. But she's too straightforward of a person to lie about something like that.

Her focus is on both the wound in front of her - which she begins to clean and bandage at his reply - and the bullets left in him. And, beyond that, on the cleaning and the distinct possibility that he may end up on her couch for the rest of the night. She's still half expecting him to pass out while she's in the middle of this thanks to the blood loss.

With the first wound bandaged, she moved on to his back, planning to get both clear. She's got more of a handle on what she's doing now that she's cleared one and she wastes little time in cleaning her tools - or really just the forceps since the scalpel bent with the effort to free the first bullet - to dig into another wound.

The question comes as a surprise to her and she glances up at it, staring at his back for a moment before she shakes her head and returns her attention to her work. "No. There hasn't been much to be scared of, has there?"

[longtempered]

Shizuo leans forward accordingly when she turns her attention to his back--for some reason there's something a lot less awkward about this. Less difficult to avoid looking at her too much this way, maybe. He absentmindedly pats at the newly-bandaged spot on his side, and decides that Namie really isn't such a bad substitute for Shinra after all. No, not half-bad at all.

She's right to worry, though; a long nap on the couch is probably very likely to be in his future for sure. Though it might surprise some, it's actually been a very long time since he's actually been hurt enough to even lose this much blood--Shizuo doesn't make much complaint or indication about it, but again, he's terrible at gauging his own body's limits these days. He'll also probably insist that he's fine on his feet until his body literally decides to stop walking, with or without his say.

Her response, nonchalant as it is, earns a slight huff of a laugh from him. "Dunno. Stupid-ass street gangs, shoot-outs, running into Heiwajima Shizuo..." He has to resist shrugging for the umpteenth time, remembering that might disrupt her work back there, but the sentiment is audible. "Most people think that stuff's pretty scary."

[balking]

As difficult as it is to work on him, there's more of an ease to it with one under her belt. She's more careful with scalpel this time, working at the next bullet in more of an effort not to ruin another tool. She's got enough of them to finish this, but it would be nice to make it through without ruining every scalpel she has in the process.

She's not really worried about him ending up on her couch. What's the harm at that point? It's not like she's going to wake up and find him ready to drop her dresser on her in the morning. The only thing still bothering her, and it's more of a small nagging thought with the passing of time than a real worrying issue, is that she needs to remember to get back out into the hall and clean the trail of blood leading from the elevator to her door.

"Idiots with guns are annoying. And you..." She trails off, pausing as she shrugs to herself, her focus on the second bullet as she manages to extract it. "You're not scary. I don't know anyone I would put that label on."

The statement is followed by a thoughtful sound, though, as she begins work on the next bullet. "No, there's one person I'd consider it for. But it isn't you."

[longtempered]

Oh, seems like she's gotten a second bullet out. Probably? He can't tell exactly when it actually comes out, but she seems to move on to another spot after that, so Shizuo assumes this must be the case. They must be making pretty good progress.

But that's...a pretty interesting answer. Is it because she's lived long enough in a place like Ikebukuro that she's used to idiots with guns, or is it something else? And even then, that still doesn't account for that second part at all...but this takes too much energy to wonder too hard about. Shizuo settles on being pleasantly surprised, instead.

"Ah, so you're not most people. I gotcha." Is that an edge of humor in his tone? Kind of hard to say, but it's likely. She can't see it, but that does come with a bit of an actual smile. He finds he has some curiosity now too, though, because that very last bit is even stranger than the rest. Sure, he knows a few other people that aren't scared of him either--good friends, or the kind that just don't care. But finding somebody that thinks there's actually someone scarier? "That's a first, though. Who's that?"

[balking]

Any progress is good progress, honestly. The sooner she finishes, the less likely he is to pass out in a pool of his own blood. It's better for both his health and her future cleaning that she get done as quickly as possible, though.

For someone new to Ikebukuro, maybe things would be more frightening. Maybe she would've felt worried if the guy holding the gun to her head had more conviction about it. Or if Shizuo's anger had spilled over in her direction. That might've been worth the concern. But, as it is, the night has just been more chaotic than normal.

His response earns a soft scoff from Namie, but it's not the hard sound of dismissal that most usually get. It's probably the closest she's come to amusement since coming in contact with him. "Most people don't end up caught up in something like that. It's different to see it from this perspective."

His question makes her glance up at the back of his head, a soft laugh coming from behind him as she shakes her head. "I prefer you calm while I'm doing this. I'm not answering that."

[longtempered]

Shizuo couldn't claim to tell whether the scoff is a good one or a bad one, but it doesn't seem to mean any pointed offense either way. Then again, he's not sure if he entirely understands what her initial reply means either--that sort of thing would take him a little unpacking even if his head didn't feel like it was half-full of cotton balls at the moment. Perspectives? He hums again at that, a little quizzical but mostly noncommittal.

--Until his own question gets met with a soft laugh, and an answer that's not really an answer whatsoever. Ah, what's with that? Shizuo actually straightens a little, overall embarrassment at his current shirtless state almost entirely forgotten in favor of trying to crane his neck to look over at Namie.

"Hey, what's that supposed to mean? I'm calm right now." It's faintly indignant. He waves a hand. "I'm not a jealous guy either--is that what you mean? I don't care if there's somebody scarier than me out there. They can have all of it, if they want. --It'd be kinda nice not being the scariest for once, actually." This is the only reason he can think of that Namie would be withholding names, anyway.

[balking]

It's something she'd clarify if asked, but she doesn't see the need to without it being questioned. It's one thing to see Shizuo and his destruction from afar and another to end up caught in the middle of it as an innocent bystander that gets no part of his anger. Perhaps she should consider herself lucky for not ending up injured, but the potential for being hurt isn't enough to make her consider him frightening.

He straightens up and her gaze moves up from his back again, watching as he tries to look back at her.

"You are." She nods her agreement, straightening up and leaning herself over slightly so he can see her. "It's got nothing to do with jealousy. It's a matter of not saying a name that may make you want to throw my kitchen table through the window." Supposing his anger is triggered that easily, of course. Namie knows the sight of Izaya is enough to set him off, but she isn't willing to test his name.

Whether what she said gives him enough of a hint, though, she's not sure. Izaya may or may not be the only person he'd like to permanently run out of town.

[longtempered]

Shizuo blinks up at Namie as she leans over, a heavy frown set on his features, and it takes a second or so for her words to filter into actual meaning. But when they do--well.

It's just enough of a hint, yes. Names to make him throw tables through windows? There really is only one, with that kind of immediacy, and even hazy as he is right now there just really aren't that many dots to connect.

Shizuo's entire frame stiffens with a jerk--which is more of a wince than he's had in the entire time he's been sitting here getting bullets pulled out of him--and his gaze snaps forward, teeth setting with a sudden grimace. Izaya, a scary person? Yeah, sure, that's probably true. It's scary that he hasn't beaten that flea to his death with his own two hands already--

The urge to stand up itches and tempts--he's sure he could do it--but Shizuo stares over at the medical bag set down beside him, and he has to remind himself where he actually is right now. And who it is calling Izaya scary. He shouldn't be surprised at all, really, but he's also not sure if the vague implications this has make him even angrier or not to think about. Which--means he should probably stop thinking on those right now.

"...I see." This is ground out at great length, with the tenuous effort of somebody trying his level best to keep his voice down. Shizuo takes one deep breath, and then another; beside him, his hand has curled into a fist whitened at the knuckles. "--How many more have you got back there?"

Bullets in his back, he means; it's a valiant attempt at turning the conversation around, at least, with what little presence of mind he can muster.

[balking]

The moment the realization clicks is very easy to tell. One moment, she can move the scalpel, the next it's very firmly lodged in his back with the bullet and little chance of getting anything out thanks to the stiffness and tensing of already ridiculous muscle.

Namie sighs and settles for cleaning and bandaging the wound she's already taken care of. Then she shifts, ignoring his question as she jerks the forceps out of the bullet wound and moves out from behind him.

"One that I can't get out now." The statement is made with a pointed look as she settles beside him again, returning her attention to the wound in his shoulder. Maybe that one or the one in his leg will be easier to remove at the moment. It's worth trying while she waits for him to calm down again.

She turns herself, on her knees and angling to face him, nearly sitting against his side while she cleans his shoulder then pulls out another scalpel since the second one is currently sticking out of his back. Then she's back to work, more effort now with the tightness of muscles that comes with his anger.

"Look at me while I do this." She glances over at him for only a moment before her attention returns to his shoulder. "If you snap now, how do you think this is going to end?"

This being her position so close to him. She's come out safe so far, but it's unlikely to remain that way if he gives in now.

[longtempered]

Shizuo very obviously does not want to look at her at the moment, to say the least, but between the shift in position and the direct request, Namie seems determined to undermine that. Even as his temper heats his chest again, though, a small coil of cold guilt winds through it too--that he's making her work more difficult now than ever, even if he can't feel the scalpel now wedged into his back.

It's still another few moments before he does turn his head to look, though, his features rather pained for reasons that have absolutely nothing to do with the new scalpel prying into his shoulder. She really is way too close--close enough that a lock of her damp hair brushes his arm while she works, earning more of a flinch than the forceps ever could--and maybe that'd be embarrassing too, if it wasn't also the most alarming thing he's run into tonight. She shouldn't be this close at all, after all. This is dangerous--he's dangerous--and now Shizuo's half-wishing he'd tried for Shinra instead after all, because at least Shinra already well knows what to expect. If he did something now--what if he does do something now? How is she so sure that he won't? (Because if she wasn't sure, then surely she wouldn't be sitting right there anyway...)

"This is why people are scared of me," he tells her, half a mutter, and even with his face turned her way his eyes still drop. "--You don't have to stay. Like this. You really probably shouldn't." His fist opens and closes, nails digging into palms; and his frame is still tense, but more at turns now, wavering with his breathing.

[balking]

A glance out of the corner of her eye catches that pained look and she finds herself looking over at him again, surprised by it. No, she probably shouldn't be this close, but giving him distance isn't going to make a difference, is it? And she still holds a level of indifference in regards to his anger. It's not as if he has any reason to direct it at her, so there's not all that much to worry about.

Still, she knows she'll be stuck leaving bullets in him if he doesn't calm down again. The forceps and scalpel - still whole for now - are pulled out and end up on her lap as she reaches for one of his hands.

"Do I look scared of you?" She pulls it, ignoring the fact that both his hands and her own have his blood on them, and she's more demanding than she is careful. Her fingers fold over his last two as she aims to leave his index and middle fingers up, watching him as she pulls his hand toward her neck, intending to press his fingers against her pulse point to prove that she's not just holding a steady face. Her heartbeat is steady and calm as well.

"There's nothing here for you to be angry about. It's just the two of us. And I know you don't want to do anything that will end with me getting hurt. So will you focus on me?"

[longtempered]

No, giving him distance really wouldn't make too much of a difference at all--even Shizuo knows this, on a subconscious level. But that sort of logic is difficult to reconcile with the fear of knowing what might happen this close. It's not like it's never happened before, after all. It's not like it'll never happen again. And if Namie knew that, he's certain she'd probably be reacting differently too--but she doesn't, and he has no idea how to explain. Where he'd even start. Or if it'd even matter, in the end, with how determined she seems to be about all this...

She reaches for one of his hands, and the gesture is so unexpected that he doesn't get a chance to even consider pulling away. She's already got his in hers before he can even consider what a bad idea this could be, and she's folding his fingers and pulling them up to--her neck.

It's very warm. The rate of her pulse couldn't be more different from his own, which he finds is racing now, for-- some other reason? He stares at her.

"I don't know why you're not," he says. Not scared. He's not sure if any amount of explanation she could offer would be enough to put away that sort of confusion, either. But even then, the tension is leaching out of his shoulders now, very gradually. That's rather at odds with the way his hand trembles a little, at her neck--he doesn't dare to move it--but that's because Namie's quite managed to succeed in one aspect of this at least.

His calm might have been disrupted by the thought of Izaya earlier, but now he's almost forgotten about Izaya entirely; the lesser residual tension is for other reasons now, the same way the heat in his chest isn't--all on account of his temper anymore, all of a sudden. He's still pretty uneasy right now, honestly, but also...

"...I can try, yeah." If she really doesn't mind his focus to that degree, he guesses--and she's not really leaving him much of a choice anyway, all things considered.

[balking]

She knows something could happen. Whether he means to or not, people are bound to get caught in the crossfire when his anger is as explosive as it is. And she's aware of how that could end for her with being the only person around while he's worked up. She doesn't think he'd take it out on her, but there are only so many places to move to get out of the way of someone who could probably launch her couch through the wall.

So she opts for what's probably - definitely - the more dangerous approach: trying to calm him down again. She felt his grip earlier, the hold he had on her while running. The unintentional tightness of it that may or may not have left bruises where his hands were.

But there's no hesitation in pulling his hand up to her neck and she stares back at him in turn.

His statement just earns a shrug. She doesn't have anything to add to the things she's already said in that regard. He's not frightening. And he's less frightening with the way she can feel his hand tremble in her hold and against her neck. The feeling is a reminder to pull his hand away now that her point's been taken and she does, lowering it back to his lap so she can free her own hands to get back to work.

She reclaims the scalpel and forceps from her own lap as she nods, glad to hear his agreement while she resumes work on his shoulder, her focus trained there.

"Thank you. Getting these out will be easier once you relax."

[longtempered]

That's exactly what he's afraid of--people caught in the crossfire. It happens more times than he can count, and Shizuo has long learned to accept it as inevitable instead of hoping it won't--because hoping certainly hasn't gotten him very far in the past. Having such little confidence in himself, it's always difficult to believe that anyone else would have more confidence in him of any kind at all.

Still, here he is now, with a hand pressed to this woman's throat. --But not for long, and that should be a relief. (He's--pretty sure it is...) Namie returns his hand to his lap soon enough, and the break of contact seems to empty the rest of the tension out of him; Shizuo's frame folds a little, and it's only his early agreement that keeps him from immediately looking away again. Not angry anymore, to say the very least--but now he's not entirely sure what he's feeling at all. Tired? Maybe. Could be all the lost blood getting to him, too--but that doesn't seem right, either. Shizuo decides not to think about this.

Instead he watches as Namie renews her work on his shoulder with an air of someone dazed. "...Sorry." It sort of feels like he should say more, along that vein, but he can't seem to think of anything fmore elaborate--and that sort of covers it all anyway, in the end. Instead, after a pause, "How many have I got left in me?"

[balking]

There's a difference, though, between getting caught in the middle of things and him hurting her on purpose. She's just honing in on the fact that he doesn't want to hurt her, something he's already made clear. Because she knows there's a calm and rational Shizuo in there and reinforcing something she already knows is true seems like a decent enough idea, as if all he needs is a stricter voice of reason, even if it comes from an outside source.

The loss of the last of the tension doesn't go unnoticed, but she takes advantage of it instead of questioning why their contact was a source of it. It's still like digging a bullet out of stone, but it's less like the stone is trying to close up around the bullet now.

"You don't have to apologize." She's digging, only glancing at him out of the corner of her eye to see that he's still watching her. And there's no response to his question. Not for a little longer, once she's tugging the bullet in his shoulder out to discard it with the other two.

"Two left." The answer finally comes as she lowers her tools to clean and bandage the wound at his shoulder. Then she's moving again, turning and leaning over his leg so she can immediately start in on the next one. Another glance is sent in his direction after a few moments, though. "Will you be able to wash yourself up after this?"

[longtempered]

Maybe he doesn't need to apologize, no, but Shizuo has no desire to take it back either. It'd felt like he should have anyway--for multiple reasons, both clear and not so clear even to him. His temper getting in the way of things is a fault he assumes is entirely on him, for one thing. And--it's difficult to forget how warm her neck was, for some reason, and there should probably be an apology somewhere for that, too. When he gets around to actually thinking about that, again. Which may very well be never, if he's going to wait for that residual anxiety from the contact to go away first...

But anyhow. Just two, though? Well, that's not so bad, then. He's still not actually sure exactly how many times he'd ended up getting shot in the first place, but it already feels like a very long time since they got started on all this. It's somewhat nice to know it's probably going to be finished up pretty soon, assuming nothing else happens to delay things. (...Like his own temper...)

Thinking any further into the future than that hadn't occurred to Shizuo at all yet, though, until Namie brings up the relevant question. He blinks slowly, and glances down to himself for a moment, as if just now truly noticing his generally bloodstained state on the whole. Sure, his clothing had soaked up a lot of it, but even still...he frowns at one of his bloodier hands, considering this as Namie shifts to his leg.

"...Oh. Guess it'd probably be a good idea to." He would rather get all of this off sooner than later, now that he's actually aware of it. (Of course, whether his body will keep him upright long enough for any washing to actually happen is another story. Shizuo assumes that it will; he doesn't always assume correctly, with these things.)

[balking]

She's been thinking ahead since arriving in her building and, by this point, her thoughts have reached the morning and work. She already planned to be late thanks to going out of her way tonight, but now she's sure she won't be in until lunch or maybe later than that. Leaving Shizuo sleeping on her couch is an option, one she still might take depending on how long he sleeps, but she prefers the thought of making sure he wakes up before going anywhere. There's nothing appealing about the vague possibility of finding a dead man on her couch when she comes home the following evening.

That's something she'll give more consideration come morning. For now, her thoughts are split between getting him cleaned up enough to sleep on the couch and the cleaning she needs to do herself. Floor and wall aside, she's a mess now as well with her clothes soaking up some of the blood from the floor, her hands bloodied from her work, and now a smear of it against her neck thanks to dragging his hand to it. It's likely there's some in her hair by now, too, given that it's not tied back. So she'll definitely be showering before going to bed herself.

"If you can't, I can throw a blanket over the couch and you can clean up when you wake up." She speaks as if it's an accepted fact that he's staying, like he has no say in the matter. Though, by this point, it's probably clear that he has very little say in it.

With the sacrifice of another scalpel, she frees the bullet from his leg and deposits it with the others. It's all with little thought now, the cleaning and bandaging and moving to the next wound. And, with that, she's behind him again, one hand sliding against his back to make him lean forward slightly so she can get what she assumes is the last bullet out of him.

[longtempered]

"The couch?" On the contrary, Shizuo had always figured he'd be leaving at--some point after all this. And sooner, rather than later, hardly expecting that Namie would actually let him sleep in her own apartment. But it's quite clear now that this is the case, and Shizuo has to take a moment to wrap his head around this. Would it really be alright, him sleeping over?

"Don't want to make more of a mess for you," he ventures, as his line of thought slips into something verbal. "Could leave tonight. If you'd rather--ah--" She's working on his back, again, and as her hand slides against it his breath catches very oddly in his throat for a moment. Because--it was unexpected. Yes. Shizuo leans forward without really thinking, and tries to ignore the heat in his face in favor of remembering where he'd just left off. "--If you'd rather I do that, I mean."

Granted,she kind of does already sound pretty decided about this. But he still can't imagine why she'd want him to stay if it could be helped, and so this seems to warrant at least a little double-checking. (Even if, in reality, he'd probably pass out in the lobby before even getting out the door at this point.) Surely, most people would be rather leery to have Heiwajima Shizuo sleeping on their couch even without the accompanying bloodstains. But, as she's been quickly proving for the last hour, it would seem Namie really isn't 'most people' at all.