[ shin trails off and it's hard not to notice. natsuki isn't gifted with esp, and while his instincts haven't always been spot on, it's managed to keep him alive this far. there's something shin isn't saying but he doesn't push, his gaze falling on his smile before he turns towards the cabinet above the sink. ]
He's with Toramaru. Probably complaining about getting dragged everywhere.
[ he means it affectionately. sort of. it's good that mafuyu has started making friends outside of shin and natsuki. ]
Here. [ he comes back with a first aid kit, holding it out for shin to take. ] Get cleaned up. I'll bring you a change of clothes.
[ and maybe he can text mafuyu to look into that attack. more importantly, he doubts shin has eaten yet — that can't be good with the amount of blood he's lost. they don't usually keep a lot of food in the apartment, but mafuyu had brought home ramen on a whim. natsuki doesn't think he'd really mind if shin had some. ]
[ the smile softens. unconscious fondness. for someone like mafuyu, he thinks it's pretty huge honestly that he goes out at all, much less lets himself get 'dragged everywhere'.
he takes the offered kit, their fingers brushing, a thing he'd feel bad about because they're bloody, but he's out of it enough to just be focused on a murmured "'kay...thanks."
there's no need really, but shin is shin. after setting the kit on the sink counter, he turns slightly away as he tugs at the tank. it's started to dry and it tears more when shin forces it off. maybe it isn't even worth cleaning it. huh. staring at the knife wound he's more confused than anything else. because it doesn't hurt much, he hadn't thought it was that deep. bottling down another sigh, he gets to work, cleaning it and applying antiseptic. a few bandaids here and there -- something he wouldn't usually do at home but he doesn't want to get anything on borrowed clothing. nothing to be done for the collage of bruises. it only takes him a bit longer than usual because he's moving slower in general. he makes a mental note to bring supplies for the kit to refill it next time. he can probably just drop it off tomorrow.
tunnel visioned, he cleans the sink thoroughly and then his hands, makes sure the kit is wiped off. then he sits back down, leaning back against the tank, eyes closed. if natsuki has mafuyu look into it...he guesses he can't stop him but it gives him all the more reason to stop by again. he wishes they'd let him handle it though and thinks about telling him as much. ]
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He's with Toramaru. Probably complaining about getting dragged everywhere.
[ he means it affectionately. sort of. it's good that mafuyu has started making friends outside of shin and natsuki. ]
Here. [ he comes back with a first aid kit, holding it out for shin to take. ] Get cleaned up. I'll bring you a change of clothes.
[ and maybe he can text mafuyu to look into that attack. more importantly, he doubts shin has eaten yet — that can't be good with the amount of blood he's lost. they don't usually keep a lot of food in the apartment, but mafuyu had brought home ramen on a whim. natsuki doesn't think he'd really mind if shin had some. ]
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[ the smile softens. unconscious fondness. for someone like mafuyu, he thinks it's pretty huge honestly that he goes out at all, much less lets himself get 'dragged everywhere'.
he takes the offered kit, their fingers brushing, a thing he'd feel bad about because they're bloody, but he's out of it enough to just be focused on a murmured "'kay...thanks."
there's no need really, but shin is shin. after setting the kit on the sink counter, he turns slightly away as he tugs at the tank. it's started to dry and it tears more when shin forces it off. maybe it isn't even worth cleaning it. huh. staring at the knife wound he's more confused than anything else. because it doesn't hurt much, he hadn't thought it was that deep. bottling down another sigh, he gets to work, cleaning it and applying antiseptic. a few bandaids here and there -- something he wouldn't usually do at home but he doesn't want to get anything on borrowed clothing. nothing to be done for the collage of bruises. it only takes him a bit longer than usual because he's moving slower in general. he makes a mental note to bring supplies for the kit to refill it next time. he can probably just drop it off tomorrow.
tunnel visioned, he cleans the sink thoroughly and then his hands, makes sure the kit is wiped off. then he sits back down, leaning back against the tank, eyes closed. if natsuki has mafuyu look into it...he guesses he can't stop him but it gives him all the more reason to stop by again. he wishes they'd let him handle it though and thinks about telling him as much. ]