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A soldier will fight long and hard [OPEN]

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Location: Horrorspital
Rating: PG?
Time: August 23rd-August 25th
Description: A place for all those injured from the mission and frog invasion to be healed
Note: Set up is complete!

Medics/Helpers:

Winry Rockbell
John Watson
Sakura Kinomoto
China
Aerith Gainsborough
Shibuya Yuuri
Miranda Lotto
Lacus Clyne
Naomi

Patients:

Nataku
Gaara
Joshua Kiryuu
Namine
Edward Elric
Kida
Mifune

This is simply a reference chart. You don't have to participate in the log if your name is listed, and if you think you should be added/taken out, please let me now in the ooc post. If you are confused please reference the previous visitation log here

The Clinic is a fairly large, several rooms with a number of beds partitioned by curtains your muses can open or close as they see fit.

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Joshua actually listens to Neku for once, or rather, ignores him enough that he doesn't bother to be contrary. He lets his eyes slide shut and squeezes back, savoring the remembered music from the touch.

He can't really hear it, but his memory is good, and he knew Neku's music almost as well as Shibuya's and his own. It's a complex song, but a beautiful one. It's probably different by now, too, shaped by this new place not-Shibuya, and his hand tightens again in sudden irritation.

Small blessings, he thought to himself, glad that Joshua was being... okay, not malleable, but agreeable, with a stretch. It takes a lot of effort for them to... whatever it is that they're doing.

He frowned at Joshua's sudden agitation and slipped his fingers between Joshua's own. He's here, he's here and they have to stick together; that's what partners do, right?

Even if things change and Joshua picked him only out of a whim and killed him maybe he really has no other choice but to go into things blind and wondering when it was going to end and how and why. He was still going to be here, until the time that he couldn't- can't- and hope that trusting Joshua wasn't going to... to what?

He doesn't object to Neku's fingers lacing between his own, merely moves his accordingly. Joshua almost seems peaceful, like this, irritation or not. He isn't being prissy or pissy, just possessive. And Neku isn't complaining yet.

"I can hear something like it, when you're in your weapon form. I did the first time, and last time too." He says quietly, not bothering to open his eyes, loosening his grip slightly.

Selfishness was an ugly, human trait. Withdraw or not withdraw, and could he, when Joshua was being just as possessive as he?

"I can..." He begins softly, eyes lowered and staring as Joshua let go and takes a deep breath as he changes forms. Perhaps he couldn't do partial transformation because of how simple his weapon was, or maybe it was because he was the type to give it his all, if at all.

Joshua just holds Neku's weapon form for now, finally opening his eyes to give his Proxy an almost serious look.

"You don't have to."

"You're my partner," the phrase alone was, had been used until it was raw and painful. A simple platitude for what can be more, or perhaps only an understatement of what's already there.

He takes comfort in the familiarity, they both do. And Joshua was familiar, someone he knew like he did the streets of Shibuya.

Joshua takes the statement for what it means, and cautiously settles Neku over his ears. He has his defenses, deeper down in his mind, but he's not entirely cut off this time, much of him is open for Neku. He's really only hiding things about the game, and deeper, darker things about himself.

This time, he lets in whatever it is that Joshua lets him hear. Now that he's actually aware of it, he can hear music from their connection. Beautiful, familiar, comforting, almost nostalgic that Neku knew he could listen to this without ever losing interest. Or maybe... maybe, he's been listening to it all his life.

It takes a lot more effort not to delve too deeply, to put more of himself into the music than he should. The last time was a pretty good deterrent.

Neku is far too open, he muses, as the boy's music filters through his mind. The temptation to dig deeper, but the sting of what happened last time is keeping him from it, and Joshua can't quite find it in himself to be amused. So he lets his own music twine with Neku's, both sets of sound more like Shibuya itself than anything, when together.

He feels the tug, though it wasn't really, was it? Just... closing the gap, leaving no space unoccupied and he could hear it, louder than ever and he reaches out if only to keep this in place, to keep Joshua from leaving this moment. He wants to keep listening, to keep basking into warmthcomfortfamiliarity and he closes his eyes - well, the feeling is there - and lets himself be buoyed by this.

Whatever this is, though he wasn't complaining.

Joshua leans back against his pillows with a soft smile, glad that Neku probably can't see how much he's enjoying this. Never mind that the boy can almost certainly feel it, this composer is counting his blessings. It isn't quite like Her Music, but it's close enough that it has some similar strains of notes, and Joshua simply enjoys the warmth and familiarity.

It wouldn't be so bad, really, if he were to partner to Neku, if he were to steal the boy from his current partner. Would it? He doesn't quite remember why he was so conflicted with the idea before.

If Neku was allowed, he could do this for quite some time, probably indefinitely without any worries about anything else. It was like listening to a live band with music that changed depending on how Joshua felt.

But as much as he'd like to, at some point Joshua was going to want his privacy back. But that will come later, much later than Neku preferred.

Joshua is quite frankly content to bask in this as long as he can. This connection is effectively keeping the nagging worry and homesickness from bringing itself to the forefront of his mind, and ridding him of that all too unnerving silence was an appreciated side effect.

Joshua absently brings a hand up to touch the headphones, fingers running along the curve of the plastic.

This is too comfortable. Almost unnervingly so.

It's the touch that brings him back, that makes him open his eyes and remember that there was still a world outside of the music, an awareness that they were still in the clinic because Joshua was still injured.

Joshua didn't seem quite as bad like this. This whole listening to each others' music thing was good for something. He'll think about the specifics later. Much later.

"Better?"

"Mhm. Much." He intones, the hand moving on to curl a lock of hair around his finger, as per Joshua custom.

"Try not to get lost in it." It was possible, after all. Unlikely to happen to Neku, with the sense of self the boy possesses, but still all too possible, and really very undesirable.

"Nothing to be gained if all I listen to is music and forget everything else," he muttered in case this was another test of Joshua's. Just how much of the second week was prompting?

A brief nudge in their souls and he's speaking again. "Can I go back now?"

"Just a heads up, Neku, no need to get huffy." Joshua chides gleefully, falling into habit with a sort of relief.

He nudges back, a little more gently, almost careful. "I'm not stopping you."

He rolled his eyes and used that last nudge to change back, kneeling on Joshua's bed. It's disorienting, almost, to be back in this form instead of his other one and he shakes it off.

Back to his chair, then. "Next time you feel like listening, just give me a call."

A smirk is at Joshua's lips while he nods an affirmative. "I'll be keeping that in mind, partner."

He's going to be back to that habit now, yeah.

He raised an eyebrow at the title, surprised that Joshua used it now. Wasn't he the one who denied it with justifications?

Right. Don't complain. That might get Joshua to start up. Prissy primadonna.

"Did Winry say when you can get out?"

"Not soon enough." The response is dry, but not overly so. In other words, sooner than most but not enough for his tastes.

"You mean, not today," he said, frowning at Joshua's bandages and overall state. He was usually pale, but the shade he was wearing was even paler, almost sickly.

"... I should get you something else to eat." He said, frowning. What helped in producing blood, anyway?

~~Yeah, he's Neku-colored now.~~

"Not today." He concedes with a pout, crossing his arms. Cue wince.

"If you insist, dear.)

"When?" He asked, drawing his legs up on the seat of his chair, getting comfortable.

"Got anything in mind?"

"Some time tomorrow, I think." He reaches for the remains of his Death Donalds, and devours the now-cold morsels in a few bites.

"If they don't have ramen, your guess is as good as mine."

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A soldier will fight long and hard [OPEN]

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watch me as I default to run-on sentences - also, playlist says Not Falling Apart

Sob, that playlist. Birds come flying from the underground if you could see it then you'd understand

/turns playlist off, for own sanity

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Yeah, yeah, suck it up, sewer boy.

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