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[wittyreplyhere.livejournal.com]

Characters: wittyreplyhere, redpeacock, blue_darkslayer and YOU!
Location: The clinic!
Rating: PG-13
Time: All day, October 17
Description: After the events of the night previous all three of them find themselves in the clinic for the day.


[By some cruel twist of fate all three of them had been placed in the same room. You may have heard some news about a crazy bar fight, why not see the people involved?

Really come visit, one of them has an incredibly short attention span and will likely do something stupid without outside interference.]

[ooc: Since having everyone would be unwieldy, just comment under the appropriate thread for which character you'd most want to talk to. The other two will interject whenever appropriate if the need arises.]

Comments

[forbearanced.livejournal.com]

Dislike is one thing.

Your brother was out for your blood.

[wittyreplyhere.livejournal.com]

I'd say he's mellowed out a bit. Would have been crazier before.

[forbearanced.livejournal.com]

[That is not comforting.]

What did you do?

[wittyreplyhere.livejournal.com]

[Anyone else he'd be blabbing the whole details to, but Koujurou is connected to Date and he'd really like it if none of them ever found out what happened.]

Nothing.

[forbearanced.livejournal.com]

You are lying.

[wittyreplyhere.livejournal.com]

So what if I am?

[forbearanced.livejournal.com]

Do not play games with me, Dante.

[wittyreplyhere.livejournal.com]

Why I should tell you anything?

[forbearanced.livejournal.com]

[Okay, he's downright pissed off. And grabbing you by the collar for a good shake.

His voice, though, is cold. As are his eyes.]

Because you are his Weapon now. He is your responsibility, in as much as you are his. If you have jeopardized that relationship, then you have violated everything that such an arrangement represents.

[wittyreplyhere.livejournal.com]

[Yanked and meets his gaze squarely.]

Me?

[That causes something to snap in him. He's yelling now, without a second thought.]

Yeah, fine it's all my fucking fault! It's always my fault!

I don't know what I was thinking agreeing to work with that asshole. I'm glad he went back, I'm glad he nearly died, I'm glad I fucking know where I stand now!

[He pulls himself out of Koujurou's grasp and swings himself off the bed with the full intention of storming out of the room.]

[forbearanced.livejournal.com]

[SOMEHOW, HE IS USED TO THIS. And it shows in how he just has to reach over and snag the other's arm.

His tone is less cold now, and maybe... pleading?]

Blaming yourself isn't going to do anything. Do you really care for him at all?

[wittyreplyhere.livejournal.com]

[He freezes, every muscle tense. His reply is too hasty, too obviously a knee-jerk reaction.]

No.

[forbearanced.livejournal.com]

[A significant look, then he lets go.]

Then you do.

[There is that. At least he can rest assured in the fact that someone other than himself wishes the best for his master.

Then again, where does that leave him?]

[wittyreplyhere.livejournal.com]

[Despite being free to go he doesn't immediately leave. Staring at the ground with his hands tightly clenched, taking in sharp and shallow breaths. This time his words are quieter, muted in comparison to his yelling earlier.]

...I told you I don't.

[And then he's out the door.]