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Characters: Caster and Shinji
Setting: Floor Two, backdated to the 16th
Format: IDK I wrote in action but I'll match
Summary: Caster takes Shinji to the infirmary after an unfortunate run-in
Warnings: Blood and injuries, I think that's it?

[When Caster sets him down in the infirmary, Shinji wobbles. He's definitely pale when he flops backward onto the hospital bed, which he realizes a moment later is probably not the best course of action, because the abrupt movement makes his head spin again. ("Urgh.") More carefully this time, he turns his head to look to Caster, though his expression is somewhat unfocused.]

[He's pretty sure his leg is still bleeding. Maybe he hit something bad after all. Maybe he'll die anyway. This is probably better than dying afraid and potentially on fire, but he still can't say he's looking forward to it, and especially not when he doesn't even understand what happened.]

Characters: OU!Kariya and Lancelot and Shinji
Setting: Cafeteria, backdated to the weather event (spring)
Format: I'LL MATCH HERE TOO
Summary: Wading pools are a problem when you're under four feet tall :[
Warnings: N...one?

[If Shinji had known that the cafeteria would be well on its way to underwater when the elevator refused to work, he would have just stayed upstairs.]

[Unfortunately, he hadn't, so when he makes his way downstairs on foot and with one injured leg, he's less than pleased with the sight that greets him. For someone his size, the water is probably about half his height, and he has the issue of bandages to consider. Not that those aren't damper than they should be already. Leaning heavily on his uninjured leg, he glares down at the accumulated water from his place on the stairs, as though that will somehow make it recede enough for him to get something to eat.]

[ ooc: if you want to do a backdated thing with Shinji, too, contact me and I can set up a thread for you too o/ ]

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[To kind to others? If Shinji hadn't already been feeling sick, that would have been enough to make him nauseous. He doesn't even think about the way his scraped hands ball up.]

Ugh, never mind! Just shut your fat mouth. She's the last person I want to hear someone gushing about, and especially not from someone like you!

[She probably just pities him, he decides, and the thought of being pitied by someone like Hakuno just makes him feel even sicker, his stomach churning with how angry he suddenly is.]

Stop that! You're going to make it worse.

[She grabs for his hands, trying to force them back open without hurting him.

She huffs, rolling her eyes. He really is angry about everything that happened, huh? In a way, she's sympathetic, but that's the hard truth of the Grail War. He shouldn't have gotten involved at all.]

I wasn't gushing! It's the truth. Do you know how much she thought about you, even after everything that happened? You know, if the situation was the other way around and she'd lost, she'd still feel the same way for making you kill her. It's just the way she is, whether that's a flaw or a virtue.

Now, sit still so I can finish! Then you can sulk all you want, if you're going to be that way.

[His hands loosen when they're grabbed. Not that he looks any more happy about the situation than he did a few seconds ago, but it seems like he might actually heed her advice about sitting still so she can work.]

[He can still grouse, though.]

Oh, she thought of me. Like that makes a big difference!

Would you have rather been forgotten, Shinji?

[She wraps the bandages around his hands. Thick enough to keep them clean and safe from any hard surfaces, but thin enough so he can still use them. When she ties them off, though, it's a bit jerky and rough.]

Because there isn't anyone else from the war who bother remembering, except someone like that!

[Ouch. Direct hit. He deflates, though his expression is still plainly discontent, and looks away from her.]

...Whatever. Look, I'll call it even, but that doesn't mean I have to like her.

[He'll just seethe and stew in his bitterness in silence, then.]

Hmm. Well, I guess that's good enough!

[She knows when to let that kind of conversation die. With a tap, she lets his hands go.]

There. As long as you stay out of trouble and rest, you should be fine.

[When though he still feels kind of dizzy and sick from blood loss, he tries to sit up now. He doesn't want to stay curled up in the infirmary like some kind of pathetic invalid.]

...Since we're just calling it even, I'm not going to thank you.

[He grumbles it.]

How rude! But I suppose it's as good as I'll get from a tsundere little boy like you.

[She sits back, rolling her eyes.]

If you're not going to stay in bed, go eat something, at least! You lost a lot of blood, and I don't want to come pick you up if you pass out in the hallway, got it?

[He would probably grudgingly agree to eating something before crawling back to his room and sulking in bed there for a little while, but. There's something more important he has to address now.]

...Did you just call me tsundere?

[She puts her hands on her hips, raising an eyebrow at him.]

I did. Do you have a problem with that, Tsunji?

[That is a terrible pun, Caster. Simply terrible.]

Of course I have a problem with it! [He almost seems aghast that he needs to clarify this point in the first place.] And don't call me that.

Ohh, no way! This is my payment for saving you and patching you up after. I get to give you a great nickname. So, Tsunji it is!

[Her face splits in a smirk, and she can't help but keep using it, since it bothers him.]

[For a second, he puffs up further at the answer she gives. Then, suddenly, he seems to relax—not that he's going along with this quietly.]

Fine. Do whatever you want, otakubait.

Coming from a shut-in gamer like you, I'll take that as a compliment! ♥

[As long as he doesn't poke fun at her tails and ears again, he can get away with that crack.]

[Oh no you didn't.]

It wasn't a compliment, you hare-brained animal, and don't compare me to those basement-dwellers! You look like you crawled off of the bad side of a bodypillow.

Ehh, you think so? Even compared to that Rider of yours?

[She lifts a hand and cover her face with her sleeve, but it doesn't hide the twitch of annoyance from her ears.]

You really have a specific type, don't you, Tsunji? Enough to even think of bodypillows, at your age. Well, that's okay. Your secret is safe with me!

Last time I checked, Rider wasn't trying to appeal to weird animal fetishists.

[So there!!! Except Shinji is just getting more and more flustered by this conversation, as is obvious by the way he gesticulates.]

The only "secret" here is whatever your delusional head dreamed up! I just— Those are just something you hear about after a while, okay?!

No, she's trying to appeal to the rich! What a gold digger. ♥

[She's just poking fun at him now. It's not like Rider is around to get offended about it, though even if she were here, she probably wouldn't deny it.

She waves a finger on her free hand, scolding him.]

it sounds like you spend too much time on the internet! Tell me, are you the kind of boy who lurks on /b/ and subreddits about older girls? You have some shameful hobbies, after all.

[Shinji might argue with her assessment of Rider if he actually disagreed. As he doesn't, her honor goes undefended.]

[He does, however, disagree with her assessment of him. His reply more vehement than it perhaps needs to be, but he sounds more scandalized than defensive.]

No! What the hell kind of creep do you take me for?! Look, I have better things to do than—than that!

[Caster blinks, feigning surprise. Shinji, you've just fallen into a trap.]

Oh, so you do admit you are some kind of creep, then? In that case, I'll stop prying. I don't want to know the specifics of what you get up to in your free time, after all.

[askjdskjd!!!]

Like hell I did! If you don't want to know, just— Just get lost already!

Hoooh. Is that any way to treat your savior? Fine, fine. I'll go.

[She shrugs and stands up, but that smirk is unmistakable.]

Bye bye for now, Tsunji!

[She gives him a little wave and a wink before she goes into spirit form and vanishes.]

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