The Bruised E/Shoutarou Won't Admit It

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Characters: Shoutarou and YOU.
Setting: Cafeteria, Dorms, or somewhere in between, including stairwells.
Format: Starting prose, but cool with matching.
Summary: After his run-in with Mistress 9, Shoutarou seeks painkillers and ice for the killer bruise he's gonna be hosting for a bit. Why do the infirmary and cafeteria have to be so far from the dorms?
Warnings: Nothing to start.


First stop, the kitchen - hunt down a plastic bag. Fill it with ice. Now, Shou gingerly holds it against his chest, and tries to pace himself up the stairs to the infirmary. Get some asprin or something similar here, and then stubbornly try to make it up the stairs to the dorms...

...and arrive a half-hour-ish later from taking his time. That took a lot more effort and time than he would've preferred, but he's stubborn. Shou stumbles to his room, and carefully lays down on his bed, hat resting over his face, icepack on his chest with a pained groan. He left the door open, though.

_{[Feel free to encounter him at any point - if you're in medical, you're welcome to try and detain him - he's pretty damn headstrong, though.]}

Comments

[missmarliest.livejournal.com]

[Cornet, being conveniently nearby whilst Shou attempts to ascend the stairs, flounders at the sight of him. On the one hand, it would probably be pretty off putting for her to ask a complete stranger if they need to use her as a human cane! On the other, it would be really terrible if he fell!]

...Mister, erh... Do you need help?

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[Shoutarou pauses, then swallows. He doesn't want to impose, and he has his foolish pride, but these stairs are rough on his condition...]

...uhm...

[Unfortunately, his pride is louder than his sense.]

...no, no, I got this.

[He is a terrible liar.]

[missmarliest.livejournal.com]

...

[This is what you get for phrasing it as a question, Cornet!

She frowns at him. There was courtesy, but then there was health, and she tries to value the latter over the former. Obviously her only available course of action is to climb after him anyway.

So she does.]

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[Shoutarou sighs, but he's not making any motions to drive her away.]

Guess I shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth.

[missmarliest.livejournal.com]

[Enjoy getting helped up the stairs by a tiny teenage girl about half a foot shorter than you, Shoutarou. It's probably not the MOST embarrassing thing to happen to you today, at least.]

That's right!

...I'm not a horse, though.

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[No, getting close to beat up by a space-loli is, but Shoutarou doesn't know she has a kid form yet...so to him, this is the most embarrassing part.]

Thanks, kiddo.

[Sigh.] ...though, uh, it's a figure of speech. I know you're not a horse.

[missmarliest.livejournal.com]

[...well, drat. Guess he'll just have to deal!]

Eheh! _{Just making sure you had that straight.}

[--Oh man these stairs. How did he expect to get up them alone. There are like, a ton of them. Cornet hasn't done anything particularly strenuous besides this today and she still finds them draining.]

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[Why, with sheer willpower and tenacity, of course. He's gotten by on it before, so why wouldn't it work for this?]

[Shoutarou laughs, though it is a shallow one, given the condition he's in.] If you think I might be able to easily mistake you for a horse, then I think you might have the bigger issue at hand, miss.

[missmarliest.livejournal.com]

[That's the kind of thinking that ends up with you falling down a staircase a bunch of times!]

If I've gotta be like an animal, though, horses aren't too bad!

_{Heyyy, wait.} I caught that. You shouldn't insult someone who's helping you, y'know.

[spacehipster]

What the bloody hell happened to you?

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A woman.

[spacehipster]

Which one?

Are you okay? Do you feel lightheaded? How bad is it?

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Uh. Dark hair, shoots energy. Mistress-something. Just a big bruise, I'll live.

[spacehipster]

Ah...she did give me the impression that she was someone dangerous. I'll have a word with her.

Is there anything I can do for you?

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Just watch out for those blasts. I just caught the edge while transformed, and it was not very pleasant, to completely understate it.

[Shoutarou pushes his hat up off his face, half-smirking.] Yeah, tell the staff that this is the worst hotel I've been in. Having to go to the bottom floor for some damn ice is just wrong.

[spacehipster]

I'll keep it in mind.

...are you sure that's all? Be honest with me. I'm good at seeing through lies.

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Well.

[A sigh comes from him, that turns into a pained wince.]

I'd be in a hell of a lot more pain if I'd broken anything, wouldn't I?

[champagnedelis.livejournal.com]

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Shou? I hadn't noticed the tower temperature going up...?

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"Oh! Francisca-- Um. Well. I was, um." Think, Shou! "I had wondered how you were doing, and I got overheated, that is..." He says, attempting to sit up, and visibly winced.

Nice job blowing your cover, Shou.

[champagnedelis.livejournal.com]

She gives him a critical look and steps into the room, moving over to firmly push him back down on the bed. "So overheated over thoughts of me?" she murmurs, voice dry. "I am so very flattered that you chose to resort to an ice pack instead of seeking me out."

She carefully removes the ice pack and without so much as an 'excuse me' begins to open his shirt.

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"Gragh!" Shoutarou grunts as he hits the bed from her shove, dropping his hat in the process.

Before he can protest, his shirt is open, and Francisca will find herself staring at a large, saucer-size bruise on his chest. "...some bedside manner you've got there."

[champagnedelis.livejournal.com]

"If you wanted sweet mothering care, you should have tried seducing Canada instead," she snaps, irritation rising as she sees the bruise on his chest. Her fingers are gentle though as they trace the edges of the bruise. "Now... who did this to you?"

Her eyes snap up for a moment to narrow as she examines his face. "And I swear by all that is holy that if you so much as think about using the running into a door or falling down the stairs excuses-"

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Shoutarou forces a laugh at her comment, though it's a bit awkward. "Ahah..."

Time to try and recover some face, though.

He looks back at her, expression serious. "Some new girl thought she'd blast out of the windows, and I was in the wrong place at the wrong time when the beam ricocheted."

[champagnedelis.livejournal.com]

"A girl...?" She blinks and suddenly it seems to make a bit more sense.

Men, she thinks with a roll of her eyes, placing the ice pack over the bruise. "Which is worse, the bruise on your chest or the one on your ego?" she teases.

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There's a pause before Shou finally sighs, putting a hand over his face.

"You see through me again..."