[ BYE WHAT THE FUCK HE'S RUNNING OVER?!?!?!? HELLO?? ichiro does not give two shits if he is in the moat or if he gets soaking wet or attacked by geese because he is RUNNING
he is absolutely not going to be fast enough to catch him nor will it do anything to prevent either of them from being soaking wet however he is sprinting and sliding into the moat to grab him?! ] Holy shit - what the hell?!
[ here's the thing—once he breaks the surface of the water, hope is, miraculously, almost unscathed besides smelling like gross moat bog! the only thing is that he seems to have twisted in midair in such a way that his right leg was curled upon landing in the water. ouch! but even that isn't exactly apparent at the moment because he's kind of flailing and splashing too much to notice. adrenaline does weird things to a kid.
ichiro can pull him out without much difficulty since he's small as it is, but once he's able to flop back onto land, he doubles over and starts coughing up water. give him a sec or two? ]
thank god he's at least okay?! ichiro makes sure to pull him up and out of the water and onto the bank, shooing off any curious geese and then putting a hand on his back while he's coughing up water. he doesn't looked panicked or anything but he looks freaked out as hell, looking up to the third floor window and then back to hope!? he's already come to think of him like a little brother so that was too much holy shit ]
Hey, hey, you're alright. You're okay, you're okay. [ RUBS HIS BACK ] Deep breaths.
[ he's still coughing and spitting up stinky water, but having ichiro around does seem to be helping...! eventually, he completely keels over, but he's not, like, dead or anything. he's just extremely exhausted and finally feeling some consequences of his actions, from the look of things. when he looks up at ichiro, he winces with both pain and guilt... bro :pensive: ]
[ that LOOK that just stabs him right in the heart, oh my god. ]
What happened? [ why were you hanging out of the window?!? ichiro sounds so fussy. ] Here, let me see.
[ he's at least first aid trained so he can kind of help, moving to carefully prop hope up and hold onto him so he doesn't go face first into the mud. rip. how's your injury bud. ]
[ despite water being a liquid, he landed pretty solidly on his side upon impact... his leg got the brunt of it with the way it's kind of turned a little funny, but his arm's not looking too hot, either. the more ichiro fusses over him, the more he starts to avert his gaze, instead looking up at the open window above them. ]
[ well nO SHIT HE KNOWS THAT he gives hope a look that's a little stressed, sort of a silent "duh what the fuck" and then shakes his head. ]
Okay - I'm gonna pick you up, man, alright? Let's keep any weight off that leg. We've got a first aid kit back in the dorm, I can at least get you situated.
[ he will wait for hope to say if that's okay if he gets picked up, but otherwise ichiro's already shedding his bomber jacket, reaching to put it around his shoulders. it's nice and warm and most importantly dry, since he must be cold after a fall into the moat. ] What were you doing up there out of the window - man, you were texting me, you could've told me you were hanging like that sooner, I would've come running ...
[ swaddled... with the exception of a wince as he shifts off his bad side to better settle into his new position, hope makes no protestations as ichiro picks him up and wraps him in the jacket. he instinctively grabs at it and curls into it, not really realizing how cold he'd been until being surrounded with warmth... plus it gives him a way to hide half of his face with the jacket's collar, resulting in his speech being a little muffled. ]
And...I'll put it this way– I didn't want to, but I had to. [ he looks up at ichiro with a sort of quizzical expression. ] You get what I'm saying, right?
[ swaddled!!! easily so. hope's really light - he's smaller than saburo - so ichiro has no issues picking him up. he is really, really careful, making sure not to jostle him too much, and starts to head for the winter dorm.
he only glances down at him again when he speaks up. a range of emotions flicker across ichiro's face, from surprise to understanding to... anger, flaring in his red and green eyes. fierce and unyielding. ]
...yeah. I'm getting it. [ oh he HATES this. ]
Walk me through everything that happened. When did you start feeling like that? While we were talking?
it's hard for ichiro to think super clearly when he's angry, and right now, he's seeing red at the idea that somebody would mess with hope. all these weird, shitty curses, and of all people, you stick one on hope? he glances down at him again, and something in hope's face gets some of this fury to cool, into something else.
it's just - there's distress on his face. it's not quite fear, not quite misery, but he's upset and worried and angry for the kid in his arms, and confused, because he has no idea what's going on now and he just wants to fix it, and he can't just fix it. ]
[ he's quiet for a minute, where he'd paused in his walking. just - distressed, and still feeling way too many emotions at once, but ichiro takes a breath. in his nose, out of his mouth. i promise, he says. ]
....Alright. Yeah.
[ he's gonna trust hope and let that be the answer. finally, ichiro nods, shifting him a little bit in his arms when he moves, and starts to head for the winter dorm. it's very bougie from the outside, and the common room area isn't much different - he brings hope in and sets him down on a couch, very, very carefully. ]
...Lemme go get you some towels. [ time to continue to be fussy!!!
he returns a couple minutes later with towels, and also the first aid kit. it's looking a little low because people keep GETTING INJURED, but it's at least stocked with supplies so he can start looking over his injuries for real. ] You scared the shit out of me, man.
[ as far as things that a first aid kit might help with go, he's actually looking pretty okay? it helps that he fell into water rather than solid ground. but sure, he can have some scrapes and bruises on his arm and leg, as a tweat. can you tell i didn't really think this part through.
as he settles into the couch that ichiro has deposited him onto, he takes a moment to just look around at the common room... wrow. ]
It's...really fancy in here. Like, especially compared to Fall.
[ andie just like i need to fuck him up in all ways possible
but, yeah. it's not much. he's at least got some ace bandages and can probably make a splint - looking over his arm and leg, ichiro's frown pulls into a grimace, and he shakes his head, fetching what looks like a half put together desk or dresser or something and bringing it over so he can just snap the legs off or something and get to work on a makeshift splint.
.... ]
...yeah. [ to the bit about the dorm, anyway. ] It's Vi's thing. [ he looks around them briefly, and tries for a smile - it's not bright as usual, but he's still trying, taking the subject change for what it is. ] We've got an addition out back that's a little less bougie.
to hope's credit, he takes whatever ichiro throws at him like a champ. besides some obvious reflexes like flinching or gritting his teeth when ichiro touches a particularly bruised spot, he doesn't cry or whine about any pain he might be experiencing. he's gotta be a tough boy for this...
luckily, ichiro is great at conversation, even when it's about nothing in particular, because it can take his mind off things like that. case in point: ]
..."Bougie"?
[ he may be a "modern" as far as final fantasies go but sometimes you do not have the hip slang to go with it ]
[ hope is a very tough boy!! if ichiro notices him flinching or gritting his teeth, he doesn't say anything, respecting his pride while he bandages him up in a splint.
the bit about slang makes him smile, a little, from where he's working. ] Heh. Uh... it's short for... some French word. [ me crying bourgeoisie from the void ] It means really fancy. Really rich people have a lot of bougie stuff. So, this place is really, really bougie.
It's crazy to me, too. Feels like I live in a museum or something.
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he'll see hope clinging onto a windowpane on the third floor. a window on the second floor is open below him.
hope looks out to see ichiro, a grim look on his face, before he just fuckin lets go and falls backward toward the moat.
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[ BYE WHAT THE FUCK HE'S RUNNING OVER?!?!?!? HELLO?? ichiro does not give two shits if he is in the moat or if he gets soaking wet or attacked by geese because he is RUNNING
he is absolutely not going to be fast enough to catch him nor will it do anything to prevent either of them from being soaking wet however he is sprinting and sliding into the moat to grab him?! ] Holy shit - what the hell?!
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ichiro can pull him out without much difficulty since he's small as it is, but once he's able to flop back onto land, he doubles over and starts coughing up water. give him a sec or two? ]
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thank god he's at least okay?! ichiro makes sure to pull him up and out of the water and onto the bank, shooing off any curious geese and then putting a hand on his back while he's coughing up water. he doesn't looked panicked or anything but he looks freaked out as hell, looking up to the third floor window and then back to hope!? he's already come to think of him like a little brother so that was too much holy shit ]
Hey, hey, you're alright. You're okay, you're okay. [ RUBS HIS BACK ] Deep breaths.
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Sorry, that was...stupid.
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What happened? [ why were you hanging out of the window?!? ichiro sounds so fussy. ] Here, let me see.
[ he's at least first aid trained so he can kind of help, moving to carefully prop hope up and hold onto him so he doesn't go face first into the mud. rip. how's your injury bud. ]
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I...fell from the third floor.
[ that is indeed what happened, yes. ]
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Okay - I'm gonna pick you up, man, alright? Let's keep any weight off that leg. We've got a first aid kit back in the dorm, I can at least get you situated.
[ he will wait for hope to say if that's okay if he gets picked up, but otherwise ichiro's already shedding his bomber jacket, reaching to put it around his shoulders. it's nice and warm and most importantly dry, since he must be cold after a fall into the moat. ] What were you doing up there out of the window - man, you were texting me, you could've told me you were hanging like that sooner, I would've come running ...
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[ swaddled... with the exception of a wince as he shifts off his bad side to better settle into his new position, hope makes no protestations as ichiro picks him up and wraps him in the jacket. he instinctively grabs at it and curls into it, not really realizing how cold he'd been until being surrounded with warmth... plus it gives him a way to hide half of his face with the jacket's collar, resulting in his speech being a little muffled. ]
And...I'll put it this way– I didn't want to, but I had to. [ he looks up at ichiro with a sort of quizzical expression. ] You get what I'm saying, right?
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he only glances down at him again when he speaks up. a range of emotions flicker across ichiro's face, from surprise to understanding to... anger, flaring in his red and green eyes. fierce and unyielding. ]
...yeah. I'm getting it. [ oh he HATES this. ]
Walk me through everything that happened. When did you start feeling like that? While we were talking?
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N-no, I don't think I explained that right. I wasn't forced or compelled to do it. I chose to do it for a... specific reason.
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it's hard for ichiro to think super clearly when he's angry, and right now, he's seeing red at the idea that somebody would mess with hope. all these weird, shitty curses, and of all people, you stick one on hope? he glances down at him again, and something in hope's face gets some of this fury to cool, into something else.
it's just - there's distress on his face. it's not quite fear, not quite misery, but he's upset and worried and angry for the kid in his arms, and confused, because he has no idea what's going on now and he just wants to fix it, and he can't just fix it. ]
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Look, I... just can't fully explain it right now. But I'll tell you everything later, okay? [ beat ] I promise.
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....Alright. Yeah.
[ he's gonna trust hope and let that be the answer. finally, ichiro nods, shifting him a little bit in his arms when he moves, and starts to head for the winter dorm. it's very bougie from the outside, and the common room area isn't much different - he brings hope in and sets him down on a couch, very, very carefully. ]
...Lemme go get you some towels. [ time to continue to be fussy!!!
he returns a couple minutes later with towels, and also the first aid kit. it's looking a little low because people keep GETTING INJURED, but it's at least stocked with supplies so he can start looking over his injuries for real. ] You scared the shit out of me, man.
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[ as far as things that a first aid kit might help with go, he's actually looking pretty okay? it helps that he fell into water rather than solid ground. but sure, he can have some scrapes and bruises on his arm and leg, as a tweat. can you tell i didn't really think this part through.
as he settles into the couch that ichiro has deposited him onto, he takes a moment to just look around at the common room... wrow. ]
It's...really fancy in here. Like, especially compared to Fall.
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but, yeah. it's not much. he's at least got some ace bandages and can probably make a splint - looking over his arm and leg, ichiro's frown pulls into a grimace, and he shakes his head, fetching what looks like a half put together desk or dresser or something and bringing it over so he can just snap the legs off or something and get to work on a makeshift splint.
.... ]
...yeah. [ to the bit about the dorm, anyway. ] It's Vi's thing. [ he looks around them briefly, and tries for a smile - it's not bright as usual, but he's still trying, taking the subject change for what it is. ] We've got an addition out back that's a little less bougie.
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to hope's credit, he takes whatever ichiro throws at him like a champ. besides some obvious reflexes like flinching or gritting his teeth when ichiro touches a particularly bruised spot, he doesn't cry or whine about any pain he might be experiencing. he's gotta be a tough boy for this...
luckily, ichiro is great at conversation, even when it's about nothing in particular, because it can take his mind off things like that. case in point: ]
..."Bougie"?
[ he may be a "modern" as far as final fantasies go but sometimes you do not have the hip slang to go with it ]
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the bit about slang makes him smile, a little, from where he's working. ] Heh. Uh... it's short for... some French word. [ me crying bourgeoisie from the void ] It means really fancy. Really rich people have a lot of bougie stuff. So, this place is really, really bougie.
It's crazy to me, too. Feels like I live in a museum or something.