w2 curfew (library)

[agleam]

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[battling]

Get everything looked at?

[decaptych]

Guess so, but I was half-wondering if Virgo meant to finish the job or help me.

[ He might just be kidding because of how Virgo tends to be. ]

Gonna have to make a sling tomorrow or something... ugh. [ Groaning, mild headache. ] Fuck, I forgot -- I never got the duct tape. I dunno, can you just tie my legs to a chair or something.

[battling]

You're still here for now.

What d'ya got? Want me to use your jacket again?

[decaptych]

Fuck, should've brought my other one. [ He changed out to one that... looks exactly the same except it has like. These rib-looking things on it. He'd fit in great at a North event. ]

...Yeah, I guess so -- that's all I've got. [ Groans as he pushes himself up with one arm. ] You're gonna have to get the, these things out. [ Tapping on one of said rib-looking things. I don't fucking know how this fashion works send help. ]

[battling]

[ Grumbles lowly, and pulls off his own, big green coat. ]

Don't have a knife to make that work out.

[ He'll drag over a chair and start tying it around Aikawa's leg. ]

You better appreciate this.

[decaptych]

Don't cut my fucking jacket, Hope already did that to my old one!

[ Which, hopefully they like. Regenerate in his closet or something. But he just leaves a sigh and slowly plops back down, wincing a little bit because even though he got his injuries lightened, he didn't get bandaged and his back is still in a not-great zone. ]

Yeah, yeah. Fried chicken in the morning if we're both still breathing?

[ Is now the time for morbid jokes? Probably. ]

[battling]

How else am I gonna get these weird ass bones out, huh?

[ He's using his jacket so it's not even a problem ]

Morning chicken, no backin' out.

[decaptych]

You just! Slip them off! Or unlatch it.
[ Because I have to assume it's like attached from the back and can clasp around or something because there's no way Caiman Lastname would go through the insane effort of hooping himself through those every single time, they've got to be unclaspable. ]

Whatever, I wasn't gonna back out anyway. Dipshit.

[battling]

Dumbass.

[ He's done tying it, and gives it a slight tug to make sure it doesn't immediately give undone. ]

What even happened t' ya?

[decaptych]

[ He's too tired to test them, but he has faith in Bradley's ability. A chair may not necessarily stop him but it will make life difficult. ]

A lot.

[battling]

[ He settles down next to Aikawa. ]

That's usually how it goes. Worse than Paris?

[decaptych]

[ Opens mouth... closes it. ]

Died a couple times, pretty sure. But still better than Paris.

[ Admittedly. ]

[battling]

[ thinks about their sudden visitor ]

Fair enough. Find anythin' useful over there?

[decaptych]

. . .

No.

[battling]

[ sighs ]

That sucks.

[decaptych]

Found your stupid collar, actually, but it didn't do anything for me.

[ BECAUSE JIJI OPENED PEOPLE'S PRIVATE MAIL AND THAT'S ALL THEY GOT. ]

Why couldn't your dumb collar turn into a shield or some bullshit?

[battling]

My... Collar?

[ The thing that's on his neck Right Now? ]

Should've looked for a ring, if that's what ya wanted.

[decaptych]

It had a ring on it.

[ Whatever the fuck this is, his wizard pull tab. ]

I wasn't looking for anything, it was just there.

[battling]

My choker.

[ help, don't call it that

He's definitely wearing it right now, since he's wearing his default. ]

That's all ya found?

[decaptych]

[ Wizard pull tab. ]

...Yeah, pretty much. Only thing that stood out at least. As far as items go.

[battling]

[He could be leashed at any moment.]

Nothin' else around? Just an exact copy of this thing?

[ He does put a finger through it and tug. ]

[decaptych]

[ Is this a kink of yours buddy. ]

...Yeah. It was like... with paints, and a chicken. The chicken was Tsurumaru's apparently so there was just mail with your guys' stuff in it. I don't really get it.

[ Copes by talking about their stuff just BEING THERE. ]

[battling]

[ don't ask questions you don't want to know the answers to ]

Who was ordering paint? I've never sent this thing out in the mail either.

[decaptych]

Dude... how the fuck should I know? Was there a reason for Iris to show up twice, or for Mol --

[ He suddenly stops upon trying to mention Molly. ]

-- The. The point is that it's bullshit.

[battling]

Two of them... [Twiris. Bradley doesn't pus that, specifically.]

It's always been bullshit.