Not Again! With Akira

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[Luckily it's Akira, because Chuuya would be yelling at anyone else to get out and leave him alone. As it is, he's still very grumpy when he responds.]

I'm fine, it's nothing big. I'm not even bleeding, I can handle it.

[Akira is free to take those bandages though. Chuuya's wrist looks red and a tiny bit swollen, but not broken.]

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[FROWN DEEPLY. Akira takes a seat on. . . whatever sittable surface is near Chuuya and begins to wrap the bandage himself. Dick taught him how, so he knows what he's doing!!]

Uh huh.

What happened?

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[He's sitting on one of the beds, so Akira can sit next to him. He is a bit surprised to see Akira do this, but he doesn't protest it. He just sits there patiently waiting, and not even flinching either.]

I got in a fight.

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[. . . frowns, lifting his gaze from the bandages momentarily to study Chuuya's expression]

With who?

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Take a guess.

[It should be obvious, there were only a couple people who voiced that they doubted Chuuya at the trial, and only one was doing it out of what Chuuya perceives to be spite rather than a desire to find the culprit.]

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. . . Taako?

[that's his only guess, unfortunately. right or wrong!1 and it feels wrong because, have you like, looked at Taako]

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[Just. A look.]

I could kick that twink's ass five ways from Sunday. No, it was Asch.

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[JUST]

[FUCKING SCOWLS]

I see he's the same as ever.

[someone else here might be a little pissy at Asch for other reasons]

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[Good, it's good to be mad at him. Or so Chuuya thinks.]

You know, I wouldn't even care that much if I still had Arahabaki's healing. Something like this should've been gone in a few minutes. But it's been a day already, and it's still sore.

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Are you icing it? It's going to take a few days before the swelling goes down.

[he finishes wrapping Chuuya's wrist and gives it a gentle (very gentle) pat]

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What's ice supposed to do for it?

[He's never had an injury he needed to seriously treat, help him.]

1/2

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[chuuya]

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It'll help the swelling. Here. . .

[brb gonna go fetch an ice pack for Chuuya]

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[ICE PACK TIME!]

Yeah? Does it help with bruises too?

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It's for the bruises.

[returning with the ice pack!!]

The cuts will heal on their own. Those you treat with antiseptics so they don't get infected.

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Ah. We might need a bigger ice pack then.

[And he just. Lifts up his shirt.

It sure looks like he got punched like 20 times in the stomach/gut area.]

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[. . . . .]

[FUCKING. ASCH]

[sighs in exasperation and stands up to get more ice packs]

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[Since Akira already saw, Chuuya will let his shirt drop down again.]

I'm gonna have to tape those things to me, aren't I?

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Nah. You can just lie down on the bed and rest them on your stomach for about twenty minutes or so. That'll help.

. . . you're not used to having to treat your injuries the old-fashioned way, are you?

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[Welp. He'll go ahead and lay down, since Akira said to do so. He's letting his injured hand lay on the bed next to him, while the uninjured one is propped under his head like a pillow.]

Nah, not at all. Like I said, I've got fast healing. When broken bones are taken care of in a couple of hours at most, there's no need to worry about doctors or medicine. The only stuff I ever had to worry about was things that'd kill me instantly, or make me bleed out quickly.

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[well if that's what he's doing, then Akira is gonna lift his shirt to plop some very cold ice packs onto his ribs. ENJOY THAT, CHUUYA]

Then you're lucky Dick's been giving me first aid lessons.

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[He's. Trying to keep himself composed.]

Lessons from Dick... Dick lessons...

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[. . . reaches out to flick Chuuya's forehead]

So anyway, what did team Heart win this weekend?

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[He's flicking the forehead. With a giant bruise on it.

Yeah, he flinches from that before he speaks.]

A long horn of some sort. We didn't win again.

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[HE IS FLICKING GENTLY??? but he also frowns a little as he leans back]

. . . another musical instrument for us, too. I don't know what it is-- some kind of flute?

But we also didn't win, which means Shadows' team must really be doing overtime.