neverplaysfair | Game 013 [Voice/Action]

You'd rather have mine?

There's still a hole in the guest bedroom floor, after all.

Well, sure. Couldn't let you off the hook just 'cause you got kidnapped.

And yet I'm all injured and you'd make me suffer more?

It's not like I'm gonna make you fix it today. Anyway, relax, you can have my bed. I don't mind sleepin' in the studio.

Still you insist. Do you really think I'd try something when I'm like this?

Hey, wouldn't surprise me. [ They're nearly to his place, now, and Hanekoma has to pause and get a better grip on Josh. ] You sure seem to like pretending I'm a pedophile.

I wouldn't even be able to fully enjoy it. Hee hee.

Oh, sure, my mistake. Gotta wait until you've hit puberty. [ Snort, and he walks them up to the cafe. There's a pause while he shifts Josh onto one hand, so he can use the other to get the door open -- and then they're in and he's kicking it closed behind them. At least it's warmer in here. ]

Of course. [ Joshua looks up absent-mindedly at the hole in the ceiling, and after a moment, the warmth hits him and he sneezes. ]

[ Hanekoma heads up the stairs, stumbling just a little. Up the stairs, into the bedroom, and he pauses by the bed. ]

Think I can put you down, now?

If you do, will you get me something to eat? [ He wasn't exactly well-fed... ]

Sure thing. Bouillabaisse? Muffins? Coffee? [ He takes a seat on the edge of the bed, letting Josh down as carefully as he can manage. ] I've got fresh bandages, too. In the bathroom cabinet for if I ever needed 'em. Good to have supplies around.

Bouillabase sounds good. [ He carefully shifts and lays down, doing his best not to cringe at the pain. ]

Alright. Food first, and then I wanna see how bad the damage is. [ Hanekoma stands again, raking a hand through his hair and trying to ignore the feeling of wet blood on the back of his shirt. ]

Yell if you need me. [ And out the door he goes. ]

[ Oh, wow, did not expect there to be that much blood on Sanae's back. ]

[ Well, he's back a few minutes later, with a bottle of water and a bowl of bouillabase -- sits beside Josh on the bed and fakes a grin. ]

Soup's on. Need help sitting up?

Why would I? [ And with enough effort, he sits up... but it takes him a little. He gives Sanae a look, but says nothing. ]

[ Sanae shrugs as response; hey, he's not gonna call Josh out on it. He hands over the bowl and water bottle, and then picks himself up off the bed again and heads for the dresser. A non-bloody shirt would be nice. ]

You wanna talk about it, Josh?

[ Josh gives a soft huff and deliberately starts eating. Maybe he'll start talking, but not right now. ]

Hey, fine by me. There's no hurry.

[ His back to Joshua, he pulls that shirt off and goes rummaging through the dresser for a new one. Might as well lend some stuff to Josh, too, something with a few less bloodstains... ]

[ It only takes a couple spoonfuls before Josh suddenly starts coughing, nearly knocking the bowl over. Hot soup + raw throat = fun times. ]

[ Hanekoma yanks a shirt on and is at his side in an instant, snatching up that bowl before it spills. There's not a whole lot he can do, so he'll just hang out here, being concerned and generally unhelpful. ]

You wanna try something else? I've got tea.

I'm fine, I just... [ He gives another cough, and after a moment, sighs. ]

I couldn't stop them at all. [ He's trying to hide it as much as possible, but he's much more bothered by it than he's letting on. ]

[ There's a pause as he finds the right reply to that, and he hands the soup back once Josh is done coughing. Then, honestly: ]

As far as I know, no one's ever fought back and won, Josh. This game's rigged.

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