pc ♠ marcoh

[fried]

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[fried]

[ HIS VOICE

it. really gets jiaoqiu real bad when he tries to talk, he winces. a beat, as he grapples with the guilt of it, his tail dropping behind him. ]

Just me, so far. [ ... ] Try not to talk too much if it hurts.

[boxcar]

[ He just puts a hand on Jiaoqiu's back, the upper part. It's solid enough.

He's fine. ]

[fried]

[ he leans back into it a little. ]

... I am sorry. [ he says, glancing up at marcoh. ] The last thing I wanted was to hurt any of you.

[boxcar]

[ He is still attempting to talk unfortunately. Jiaoqiu hears the hoarse outline of an 'I know'. He rubs his upper back. It's okay. ]

[fried]

[ his tail swishes behind him. he's having a hard time accepting that it might be okay, but. he'll try. ]

Other than your injuries - how are you doing?

[boxcar]

[ Well

Perhaps Jiaoqiu can smell a bit of blood on him, and bandages on his hand seem re-wrapped. ]

Better, now. I think.

[fried]

[ that's what he thought you were gonna say you big dumb boxer

a sigh. ]

Please make sure you keep your injuries clean. [ he's not going to stop him from punching the sadness out, but. ]

Perhaps I should have asked for a gym instead of a garden.

[boxcar]

Asked?

[fried]

Mm. I found a ticket a few weeks ago that allowed me to create a new stop. I chose the garden.

[ the olive garden to be precise ]

[boxcar]

[ Oh that's wild actually. But he gives Jiaoqiu a pat on the back?

It was a good addition tbh. ]

[fried]

[ he was and is very proud of it!! and will shank people if they murder in it. ]

Can I make you a cup of tea? I have some herbs from home that should speed up the healing process.

[boxcar]

[ Do we feel the garden murder in our bones... inb4 we're like oh all of us at the flower garden should've been mega-dead actually.

He nods. Then is like, reminded his sight is limited, though Marcoh doesn't know to what level. ]

Sure.

[fried]

[ there's gonna be so much fire at the garden and jiaoqiu is going to cook the culprit in a hot pot.

he can at least see marcoh nod today, though like. yesterday, probably not. it gets worse with stress. ]

Alright. [ and he'll very slowly stand up, gripping tightly at the counter. he has twenty four stab wounds in his legs, it's rough. but he's determined. ] ... Are you bruised anywhere extra, today? Your arm, perhaps?

[boxcar]

No bruises.

Just dealing with things.

[fried]

Mm. I would not begrudge you that, I only mean - bruises you did not cause. Ones you may have woken up with.

[ he'll probably want to check his hands anyway but. ]

[boxcar]

No. Why?

[ Still got his hand on Jiaoqiu's upper back but now looking him over... ignores the corn dog. ]

[fried]

[ also ignores the corn dog ]

I'm alright. [ he doesn't seem any more injured than he was. ] But Taair and Basilio both woke up with a bruise on their arms.

Anders, and from what I hear, Daigo and Majima, were similarly injured.

[boxcar]

...?

Where?

[ Were those other three? ]

[fried]

Funhouse, for Anders. The diner, for Daigo and Majima.

Hints for where to search tomorrow, I suppose.

[boxcar]

...? Isn't that far?

[fried]

It is.

... I wonder if it was someone in our group among the garden, finding a door to step through.

[boxcar]

[ He doesn't like that. ]

Why bruise on arm for everyone?

[fried]

I'm not sure.

Trying to wake them up, perhaps?

[boxcar]

...Find out, tomorrow.

[ They haven't failed yet... they'll do it again. ]

[fried]

We'll be able to find a better sample size, yes.

[ he'll make marcoh tea, though.

idk if you want to do a friday memshare but if so creates a kitchen mirror. if not i'll suplex you sunday if we're not dead, ]