22... deathcab for an idiot

[singsingbluesilver]

[ voice | Japanese ]

He's dead.

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[ooc; This is posted just after this post.]

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[blameshimself.livejournal.com]

[ He finishes, frowning at his sloppy, but adequate bandage job. ]

We'll go to the hospital later to make sure you're okay, all right?

[singsingbluesilver]

[ He can flex his fingers but the bandage will make it hard to work. ]

That'll be fine.

[blameshimself.livejournal.com]

[ Better than leaving like it was so it can get infected and fall off. ]

Want me to go with you to work, Ryu?

[singsingbluesilver]

[ He still wasn't feeling any pain. He just wanted to find that short little punk and strangle him or do something to make him squeeze his eyes out of his rectum. ]

Do you think I'm in the mood to work?

Thank you for that lovely image. :|

[blameshimself.livejournal.com]

Probably not, but if you work, it'll take your mind off Kumagoro-san... Perhaps. In the mean time, I can try and fix him.

l-lol sorry?

[singsingbluesilver]

The plant won't come off.

[ He just looks at Tohma, and then nods. Maybe work would be a good idea. ]

[blameshimself.livejournal.com]

I'll get it off. Somehow. And don't worry, I'll be gentle.

[singsingbluesilver]

[ Ryuichi gives him a hug. ]

Don't let it hurt you.

[blameshimself.livejournal.com]

I won't. I'll avenge Kumagoro-san and patch him up the best I can.

[ He hugs him tightly in return. ]

I promise. Okay?

[singsingbluesilver]

Okay. Promise.

[ He nods once, and turns to go, not feeling like working and probably going to be give people heart attacks with his very uncheerful face. ]