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He waited for Venice to find him at the parking lot, asking him to power down to keep anyone from finding them. When he arrived, he heaved himself up and they walked together, and he lead them to a nearby laundromat that had an available bathroom, waiting outside until it was empty before they went in. Inside the bathroom, he told Seung to clean up, and left, only to return back later with two oversized shirts.
“Take your shirt off and rinse it in the sink and wipe your wounds off.” He said, reaching under his shirt to slowly peel his shirt off.
“Take your shirt off and rinse it in the sink and wipe your wounds off.” He said, reaching under his shirt to slowly peel his shirt off.
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He had already been powered down when he’d gotten the call, and remained so on his way to the other. He was glad to know the other was alive, after all they had saved him. He felt bad, really bad, as he’d looked the other over. His own injury paling in comparison as far as he was concerned, he had caused this - both their injuries. With an arm about the other and trying to support the other more, since he seemed to be injured more, Seung let the other lead the way to a nearby laundromat where they entered once it was clear of people.
Removing his shirt, as he was told, he watched the other leave as he cleaned himself up. Wondering what the other was doing, where he had gone, he soon found out as the other returned with an oversized shirt. Well...his now ruined shirt could be tied about his midsection and serve as a makeshift bandage...right? That’s what he went to do while looking at the other. “Need help?”
Removing his shirt, as he was told, he watched the other leave as he cleaned himself up. Wondering what the other was doing, where he had gone, he soon found out as the other returned with an oversized shirt. Well...his now ruined shirt could be tied about his midsection and serve as a makeshift bandage...right? That’s what he went to do while looking at the other. “Need help?”
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Torin was a mess of scars and one burn that traveled up his shoulder to the side of his face. It was years of battling and the bleeding wound on his side was now a minor add on to the family.
Sharing the sink, he grabbed wads of paper towels and worked to wash his hands and wipe his body clean, gritting his teeth hard when he ran it over his broken stitches. Looking down, he reached out and grabbed more paper towels into a thick square and pressed it against him.
“Tear up my shirt for me. I need to have it long enough to hold this in place until we can get someplace.”
He went to sit down, his body shaking and the color gone from his face.
“Do you live alone?” Home was too far for him to travel tonight and Venice owed him one.
Sharing the sink, he grabbed wads of paper towels and worked to wash his hands and wipe his body clean, gritting his teeth hard when he ran it over his broken stitches. Looking down, he reached out and grabbed more paper towels into a thick square and pressed it against him.
“Tear up my shirt for me. I need to have it long enough to hold this in place until we can get someplace.”
He went to sit down, his body shaking and the color gone from his face.
“Do you live alone?” Home was too far for him to travel tonight and Venice owed him one.
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While the other had scars Seung had none, the only thing of note was that his arms weren’t the only thing he worked out as his stomach was really well worked surprisingly. But he did take note of the others scars and the burn marks, all the while hoping he didn’t come out of this with so many marks. He’d never be able to explain them to family or friends, at least those who weren’t involved in this war.
Obeying the others orders, as he most certainly had more knowledge about this than he did, Seung took the others shirt to tear it up into several long strips. “I’ll wrap them?” He asked, wanting to make sure he was figuring this correct, he’d be turning the shirt into a bandage and wrapping the other up.
“No, family.” And it wasn’t all that late so the odds of them being asleep were slim to none. They were likely to be watching tv in fact, as was his younger cousin. He could of course find an excuse for them though and bring the other into his room. “Can tell them story and will be fine. Can have dinner also then.” He’d have to heat whatever it was back up but it would be a good thing - right?
Obeying the others orders, as he most certainly had more knowledge about this than he did, Seung took the others shirt to tear it up into several long strips. “I’ll wrap them?” He asked, wanting to make sure he was figuring this correct, he’d be turning the shirt into a bandage and wrapping the other up.
“No, family.” And it wasn’t all that late so the odds of them being asleep were slim to none. They were likely to be watching tv in fact, as was his younger cousin. He could of course find an excuse for them though and bring the other into his room. “Can tell them story and will be fine. Can have dinner also then.” He’d have to heat whatever it was back up but it would be a good thing - right?
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Holding the paper towel up, he raised his elbow to give Seung room to wrap the torn shirt. “Yeah, if you can. Do you know if you have any needle and thread at your place. Maybe some bandages? If not, we need to stop at a pharmacy before heading to your place.” He said, fine with the idea of crashing his parent’s home if it wouldn’t go completely questioned.
“I’ll be chipper and appear unassuming as best I can. You can say we were us studying together or something and I missed by bus. That my parents are okay with it if they are.” He said, hoping his short stature and lack of facial hair would allow him to pull the part of a teenager.
“How are you? Is your wound deep?” He asked, looking at the cut.
“I’ll be chipper and appear unassuming as best I can. You can say we were us studying together or something and I missed by bus. That my parents are okay with it if they are.” He said, hoping his short stature and lack of facial hair would allow him to pull the part of a teenager.
“How are you? Is your wound deep?” He asked, looking at the cut.
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“Needle and thread yes, I sew.” He answered, thinking about the cosplay costumes he had in his closet, and his sewing kit filled with needles, pins, and lots of thread of all different colors. “Normal thread works?” He asked . He wouldn’t have thought it would be the same, he was pretty sure the thread he’d been stitched with years back had not been the same sort he used on clothing, though he could easily be wrong.
“Will need to stop, no bandages home.” They’d need to purchase those, thankfully he had his wallet on him and money - despite how much he’d already spent. It wasn’t something he’d let the other do, purchase the bandages, as this was his fault after all.
“Ok, will work. Will be easy to tell them friend is over to study.” And it would get them left alone, he could bring food into his room. It was a good idea and was buyable, he’d use that with his parents.
“Don’t know...hurts...still bleeding...but deep don’t know.” He answered while looking down at himself, his shirt, ruined already, tied about his own midsection to keep it covered and hidden. His cousin might ask him later, when Torin wasn’t around, what had happened but he’d deal with her - he was used to Eunkyung.
“Should go now, need bandages.”
“Will need to stop, no bandages home.” They’d need to purchase those, thankfully he had his wallet on him and money - despite how much he’d already spent. It wasn’t something he’d let the other do, purchase the bandages, as this was his fault after all.
“Ok, will work. Will be easy to tell them friend is over to study.” And it would get them left alone, he could bring food into his room. It was a good idea and was buyable, he’d use that with his parents.
“Don’t know...hurts...still bleeding...but deep don’t know.” He answered while looking down at himself, his shirt, ruined already, tied about his own midsection to keep it covered and hidden. His cousin might ask him later, when Torin wasn’t around, what had happened but he’d deal with her - he was used to Eunkyung.
“Should go now, need bandages.”
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“Place a bandage against it and tie it so it has some pressure. We’ll do a few stitches to keep it in place. Keep it clean. We’ll get rubbing alcohol. Thread isn’t best. Will see if store has better.” He said, glad that short sentences gave his sluggish mind something tiny to grasp on when talking to Seung.
Rising up, he let Seung wrap the bandages around him before he tied a knot tight at the ends, and then placed on the large hoodie. It kept him covered, warm which helped against shock, and less suspicious than wearing a bloodstained shirt. He didn’t want the cops pulling them over.
“Pharmacy. Then you’re home. Won’t last too long out. We take it slow but we need to make it to your place soon. Ok?” He said, rising up and, despite wanting to walk on his own, grabbing Seung’s shoulder to help himself up.
He took his phone to text Wyatt: - Venice attacked. Helped. Crashing at his place. Be back morning. Love you.
He put his phone away and glanced out the door to make sure the owner of the clothes he stole wasn’t back yet. “Let’s go.”
Rising up, he let Seung wrap the bandages around him before he tied a knot tight at the ends, and then placed on the large hoodie. It kept him covered, warm which helped against shock, and less suspicious than wearing a bloodstained shirt. He didn’t want the cops pulling them over.
“Pharmacy. Then you’re home. Won’t last too long out. We take it slow but we need to make it to your place soon. Ok?” He said, rising up and, despite wanting to walk on his own, grabbing Seung’s shoulder to help himself up.
He took his phone to text Wyatt: - Venice attacked. Helped. Crashing at his place. Be back morning. Love you.
He put his phone away and glanced out the door to make sure the owner of the clothes he stole wasn’t back yet. “Let’s go.”
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“Didn’t think thread would work, have had stitches before - years ago.” And he had been sure it was different from the thread he used on his cosplay outfits. “Have alcohol, use for piercings.” He had several and it was good for keeping them clean, his mother as well as she had one piercing in each ear lobe.
Bandaging the other up, he wasn’t surprised when the other decided to lean on him once dressed and ready to go. “Sounds good, don’t think out long would be good for either of us.” No, he didn’t think it would be good for the other, for obvious reasons, and he was damn sure it wouldn’t be good for himself. “Slow is good, fast make it worse maybe.”
With the over large clothing covering his own frame and hiding his injuries he led the way from the laundromat and out toward the pharmacy, asking the other which way to go. “Don’t know city so well yet, not place I don’t go.”
Bandaging the other up, he wasn’t surprised when the other decided to lean on him once dressed and ready to go. “Sounds good, don’t think out long would be good for either of us.” No, he didn’t think it would be good for the other, for obvious reasons, and he was damn sure it wouldn’t be good for himself. “Slow is good, fast make it worse maybe.”
With the over large clothing covering his own frame and hiding his injuries he led the way from the laundromat and out toward the pharmacy, asking the other which way to go. “Don’t know city so well yet, not place I don’t go.”
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He walked slowly stopping twice just to keep himself from passing out, before he pointed to a small pharmacy slash grocery store that was open. He walked with Seung, hoping that leaning on him made him come off as more drunk than injured, and he grabbed a few things of gauze pads, bandages, a pack of clips, ibuprofen, and some juice. “The sugar.” He said, knowing his body needed something to make it to Seung’s. The place of course wouldn’t sell anything in the way of surgical thread, so he’d make due with what Seung had until he could get home and restitch himself.
Out of the pharmacy, he took a moment to twist off the cap to the juice and take a few deep drinks, handing one to Seung. “Drink. You lost enough blood.” He advised him.
He stuffed the supplies into the big pocket of his hoodie and into his jeans pockets in order to hide what they bought for when he came into his Seung’s house.
After he finished half, he reached over and grabbed his once again, this time more gently but with a bit more reliance than before. He wasn’t walking slow to keep himself from being injured more now. He could barely walk much at all.
He just needed to get to a bed and lay down. Or a floor. He wasn’t picky.
Out of the pharmacy, he took a moment to twist off the cap to the juice and take a few deep drinks, handing one to Seung. “Drink. You lost enough blood.” He advised him.
He stuffed the supplies into the big pocket of his hoodie and into his jeans pockets in order to hide what they bought for when he came into his Seung’s house.
After he finished half, he reached over and grabbed his once again, this time more gently but with a bit more reliance than before. He wasn’t walking slow to keep himself from being injured more now. He could barely walk much at all.
He just needed to get to a bed and lay down. Or a floor. He wasn’t picky.
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He could understand the need for the sugar, it made sense to him, and he didn’t protest when the drink was offered to him. Rather he took a drink before passing it back to the other. “Have more juice at home, you need a lot.” With the bag from the store hanging from his arm he let the other lean on him, supporting as much of the others weight as the other gave to him.
“Will be ok...you can rest when we get home.” And he’d get some food for the other also. Juice, food and rest...and clothing...he could lend him some clothing, though it would all be big. Torin could also get properly cleaned up, and he could get his contacts out and clean himself up also. Home sounded like a good idea right now, a really good idea.
When the other hid the purchases in the clothing he tossed the bag out in a nearby garbage they were passing by.
Thankfully the walk home wasn’t too bad, he had been tempted by a cab though, but the walk wasn’t bad. He wound up by the end supporting the other further but that was fine. The elevator trip up to the proper floro and the walk down the hall seemed too long, longer than he ever remembered them being. When he got to opening the door he switched from his broken English to his native Korean. Calling out to his parents to let them know he was home and had a friend, someone he was studying with so please don’t interrupt them - they would be spending the night. Getting a response back from his mother, a gentle sounding voice, he was informed his cousin was in her room watching tv as her homework was done - no shock really.
Once down the hall he went to his own room and opening his door he nudged it open and made right for his bed to deposit the other and seat himself on the floor in front of his bed, panting from overtaxing himself while injured - something he’d never done before.
“Will be ok...you can rest when we get home.” And he’d get some food for the other also. Juice, food and rest...and clothing...he could lend him some clothing, though it would all be big. Torin could also get properly cleaned up, and he could get his contacts out and clean himself up also. Home sounded like a good idea right now, a really good idea.
When the other hid the purchases in the clothing he tossed the bag out in a nearby garbage they were passing by.
Thankfully the walk home wasn’t too bad, he had been tempted by a cab though, but the walk wasn’t bad. He wound up by the end supporting the other further but that was fine. The elevator trip up to the proper floro and the walk down the hall seemed too long, longer than he ever remembered them being. When he got to opening the door he switched from his broken English to his native Korean. Calling out to his parents to let them know he was home and had a friend, someone he was studying with so please don’t interrupt them - they would be spending the night. Getting a response back from his mother, a gentle sounding voice, he was informed his cousin was in her room watching tv as her homework was done - no shock really.
Once down the hall he went to his own room and opening his door he nudged it open and made right for his bed to deposit the other and seat himself on the floor in front of his bed, panting from overtaxing himself while injured - something he’d never done before.
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He released Seung once inside the house and tried to appear wholesome and kind before whatever was being said was finished. He continued to look at Seung to make sure things were okay before going to his room, glad for all the support.
Once on the bed, he leaned back and wanted to throw up from the pain. He laid there a moment just to catch his breath but worried about bleeding on the poor guy’s bed if he accidentally passed out.
Getting up, he moved to sit in the floor beside him and started unloading his pockets.
“Let's get patched up. Are you any good with stitching?”
And he paused. “Your parent okay with me here?”
Once on the bed, he leaned back and wanted to throw up from the pain. He laid there a moment just to catch his breath but worried about bleeding on the poor guy’s bed if he accidentally passed out.
Getting up, he moved to sit in the floor beside him and started unloading his pockets.
“Let's get patched up. Are you any good with stitching?”
And he paused. “Your parent okay with me here?”
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“I make costumes, can sew well. Parents are ok with it, not uncommon back home to bring friends over to study.” Studying was important and something he had done a lot of growing up, pouring over books till he needed glasses. He blamed all the time with his nose in a book, eyes glued to the characters, for the glasses which he so rarely wore in public as he prefered contact lenses.
Shifting to stand up, wobbling a bit, he caught his balance and went to close his door and lock it - just as he heard a certain puppy coming down the hall. Letting the little one in he pointed to his bed. “Lay down Yeong.” The command was simple but the little dog seemed to understand and went to jump up and lay down, tongue hanging out of his mouth as dark eyes focused on the new person - the stranger in his owners room.
“Don’t mind, is friendly.” And he went into his walk in closet to get his sewing kit, since all his needles were in there. When he came back he had it in one hand, as the kit was plastic and had a small handle and snapped shut. Sitting it down he stripped off the oversized hoodie and let it fall to the floor. His own shirt was beyond ruined - lovely. It was fairly new so perhaps after this he could ask his sister to pick him up another, make up some story for how the original got ruined. She’d likely buy the lie and he’d have a new shirt in a week or so.
As Yeong lay there and he knelt on his carpeted floor he opened up his sewing kit to show many pins, a small pin cushion, loads of threads of all different colors, one of those small threaders for when he just couldn’t do it on his own without a little help. Then there were needles also. This, he was sure, would hurt - a lot. There was no way around it either...was there...unless drinking was an option in which case he could manage a bottle of soju which he knew they had in the kitchen. Would that be a good idea even? He doubted it.
Shifting to stand up, wobbling a bit, he caught his balance and went to close his door and lock it - just as he heard a certain puppy coming down the hall. Letting the little one in he pointed to his bed. “Lay down Yeong.” The command was simple but the little dog seemed to understand and went to jump up and lay down, tongue hanging out of his mouth as dark eyes focused on the new person - the stranger in his owners room.
“Don’t mind, is friendly.” And he went into his walk in closet to get his sewing kit, since all his needles were in there. When he came back he had it in one hand, as the kit was plastic and had a small handle and snapped shut. Sitting it down he stripped off the oversized hoodie and let it fall to the floor. His own shirt was beyond ruined - lovely. It was fairly new so perhaps after this he could ask his sister to pick him up another, make up some story for how the original got ruined. She’d likely buy the lie and he’d have a new shirt in a week or so.
As Yeong lay there and he knelt on his carpeted floor he opened up his sewing kit to show many pins, a small pin cushion, loads of threads of all different colors, one of those small threaders for when he just couldn’t do it on his own without a little help. Then there were needles also. This, he was sure, would hurt - a lot. There was no way around it either...was there...unless drinking was an option in which case he could manage a bottle of soju which he knew they had in the kitchen. Would that be a good idea even? He doubted it.
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Pulling the hoodie off once again, he started to untie the knot to the torn shirt before slowly removing the bandages. Gritting, his teeth, he held the now bloodied pad of paper towels and peeled it away. Luckily paper towels meant they could flush the bloody mess in the toilet.
His eyes went to the dog though as it went over to lay on the bed, and as the dog stared back at him with interest, Torin was just as deeply focused back on it.
He wanted to pet the dog.
“Hey there.” He said with a smile, wanting to pet him but not wanting to get blood on his coat. Now he REALLY wanted to get patched up.
Taking the rubbing alcohol pads from their supplies, he gestured to him. “Well, you’ll learn something. GIve me a needle and thread. I’m just doing a patch job until I can get home and use better grade thread. We’re lucky. Being like this. Bodies stronger. Heal better. Better than people.”
“I’m going to show you how to do a surgical knot. I need this wound patched up.” The other wound on his shoulder could use bandages though, but he’d have to see how badly the spear had gone.
He looked down and noticed something among the blood. Bruising. “Great.” He sighed, leaning his head back. Wyatt hated him before when he got banged up and needed to heal. Now he had this to show him. “I’m going to get killed.”
His eyes went to the dog though as it went over to lay on the bed, and as the dog stared back at him with interest, Torin was just as deeply focused back on it.
He wanted to pet the dog.
“Hey there.” He said with a smile, wanting to pet him but not wanting to get blood on his coat. Now he REALLY wanted to get patched up.
Taking the rubbing alcohol pads from their supplies, he gestured to him. “Well, you’ll learn something. GIve me a needle and thread. I’m just doing a patch job until I can get home and use better grade thread. We’re lucky. Being like this. Bodies stronger. Heal better. Better than people.”
“I’m going to show you how to do a surgical knot. I need this wound patched up.” The other wound on his shoulder could use bandages though, but he’d have to see how badly the spear had gone.
He looked down and noticed something among the blood. Bruising. “Great.” He sighed, leaning his head back. Wyatt hated him before when he got banged up and needed to heal. Now he had this to show him. “I’m going to get killed.”
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“Still going to hurt, nothing to numb.” Which he knew they used when giving stitches, not just for surgeries. This was not going to be pain free, unless drinking was introduced and enough was consumed to help. He also thought it might not be a great idea though.
“How to stop pain from stitches? Won’t it mean shock...too much pain?” He questioned. He really wasn’t sure how much pain a person could take or how much it would cause, he couldn’t properly tell since the only time he’d had stitches were due to a surgery and he’d been on pain meds and rather doped up at the time. “Will what we have be enough?” This was all said while he was going for a finger needle of his and some simple black thread, easy to see and nothing special. The thread was fine as well and in his state he had to use a threader to help, he couldn’t do it on his own.
Looking up from where he was tying off the end of the thread he tilted his head. “Why going to get killed?”
“How to stop pain from stitches? Won’t it mean shock...too much pain?” He questioned. He really wasn’t sure how much pain a person could take or how much it would cause, he couldn’t properly tell since the only time he’d had stitches were due to a surgery and he’d been on pain meds and rather doped up at the time. “Will what we have be enough?” This was all said while he was going for a finger needle of his and some simple black thread, easy to see and nothing special. The thread was fine as well and in his state he had to use a threader to help, he couldn’t do it on his own.
Looking up from where he was tying off the end of the thread he tilted his head. “Why going to get killed?”
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“Because my husband was already pissed off when I hurt myself the first time. He wants me to heal. I wasn’t supposed to be fighting. Now I got this..” He pointed to his open wound. “...and this.” He point to his shoulder where the spear had stabbed him. “I’m going to be sleeping on the couch.” He grumbled, not happy in the least about sleeping alone again. He hated when he disappointed Wyatt and worse when Wyatt got upset about something stupid he did.
“I don’t have anything for the pain, and I need stitched up. I left my pain meds at the house. So unless you have something, we have to do this. It’s only a few stitches.” Just enough to keep him closed until he got home tomorrow.
He handed him a disinfectant wipe. “Clean the needle.”
“I don’t have anything for the pain, and I need stitched up. I left my pain meds at the house. So unless you have something, we have to do this. It’s only a few stitches.” Just enough to keep him closed until he got home tomorrow.
He handed him a disinfectant wipe. “Clean the needle.”
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“Oh.” Never having been in a relationship, till Terry, he couldn’t say he understood or rather he understood but he had never faced the issue. He’d never, till dating Terry, had a problem with sharing a bed with someone when he wanted to either. It was all still new to him, and a bit frustrating to be honest. “I apologize. If you wish you can stay here as opposed to a couch.” The offer was sincere, he felt guilty for causing the other a problem. He hadn’t meant to, he hadn’t thought anyone else would even get involved.
He should be dead...or corrupted.
“Only idea is drinking for pain.” He said shrugging his shoulders. He was sure there was nothing in the bathroom, pain medication wise, which would handle the pain being stitched up would cause either of them.
Taking the wipe and the threaded needle he wiped it down several times with the wipe. “Want drink first or no?” He asked, looking over what he was going to stitch closed. It wasn’t difficult...well if he thought about it like clothing it wasn’t. The idea of skin and blood...that made it very different. After this he should get the proper thread for stitches and keep needles just for them on hand - always and put it into a special little kit along with various medications for pain.
He should be dead...or corrupted.
“Only idea is drinking for pain.” He said shrugging his shoulders. He was sure there was nothing in the bathroom, pain medication wise, which would handle the pain being stitched up would cause either of them.
Taking the wipe and the threaded needle he wiped it down several times with the wipe. “Want drink first or no?” He asked, looking over what he was going to stitch closed. It wasn’t difficult...well if he thought about it like clothing it wasn’t. The idea of skin and blood...that made it very different. After this he should get the proper thread for stitches and keep needles just for them on hand - always and put it into a special little kit along with various medications for pain.
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“Will your parents not care you are taking alcohol up to your room? If it's a risk, I’d rather not take more today.”
He adjusted himself and wiped his side wound clean, inspecting what stitched popped and glad the edges were still together.
“Give me a sec.” He took some fabric and poured the peroxide on it and wiped the wound, wincing and muffling what was no doubt a few curse words before taking a huge breath out and in.
“Okay. Nothing fancy for this. Just a temporary thing. I'll show you a surgeon’s knot. We take it slow.”
He gestured for Seung to give him the needle before he leaned slightly back. “I'll do a few and you tell me if you think you can do the rest. Ok?”
He adjusted himself and wiped his side wound clean, inspecting what stitched popped and glad the edges were still together.
“Give me a sec.” He took some fabric and poured the peroxide on it and wiped the wound, wincing and muffling what was no doubt a few curse words before taking a huge breath out and in.
“Okay. Nothing fancy for this. Just a temporary thing. I'll show you a surgeon’s knot. We take it slow.”
He gestured for Seung to give him the needle before he leaned slightly back. “I'll do a few and you tell me if you think you can do the rest. Ok?”
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“No, won’t care.” it wasn’t something he did but they wouldn’t care either. It wasn’t like he was underage or hadn't had a drink before, he could remember plenty of very drunken nights out with friends, professors, and he was sure his parents didn’t mind as his father commonly came home drunk as well.
“Will do these then get bottle for us both?” He asked. He knew he’d be drinking but would the other want some as well? He didn’t care one way or the other, he could also drop by the fridge for a bottle of juice as well. It was something which would help them both, as Torin had said earlier, so it was a good idea.
Already he was shifting and his attention was focusing on the other, even as he blinked his dark eyes a few times to clear his sight from the slight fuzziness at the edges. Once he was done here he was also going to the bathroom to get the case for his contacts so he could remove them.
“Will do these then get bottle for us both?” He asked. He knew he’d be drinking but would the other want some as well? He didn’t care one way or the other, he could also drop by the fridge for a bottle of juice as well. It was something which would help them both, as Torin had said earlier, so it was a good idea.
Already he was shifting and his attention was focusing on the other, even as he blinked his dark eyes a few times to clear his sight from the slight fuzziness at the edges. Once he was done here he was also going to the bathroom to get the case for his contacts so he could remove them.
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Needle in hand, he gave it a moment to stare at it, not looking forward to administering his own patch job. It wouldn’t be the first time, but he always hoped it would be the last.
“That would help.” He said in regards to the drink.
Leaning slightly, he pulled the thread from the previous stitches out of the way, not wanting to bother the rest that were still holding the edges of the wound shut. Taking what he had, he then started to find a point to sew and pierced the skin, pulling the needle through the skin and up before piercing the other piece of flesh. Gritting hsi teeth and holding his breath so nothing would explain and ruin his work, he then looped about the noodle and pulled, making the first knot. He stopped to take a breath.
“Okay, that’s one.” He blinked back the stars of hot pain in his own eyes, already feeling flushed from the pain, before working on the second. He worked slowly like this, taking breaks when he could feel his hand shaking too badly, before he managed to get near the end and needed to stop.
He set the needle down and breathed out, now in a cold sweat. “You think….you can handle the rest like that?”
“That would help.” He said in regards to the drink.
Leaning slightly, he pulled the thread from the previous stitches out of the way, not wanting to bother the rest that were still holding the edges of the wound shut. Taking what he had, he then started to find a point to sew and pierced the skin, pulling the needle through the skin and up before piercing the other piece of flesh. Gritting hsi teeth and holding his breath so nothing would explain and ruin his work, he then looped about the noodle and pulled, making the first knot. He stopped to take a breath.
“Okay, that’s one.” He blinked back the stars of hot pain in his own eyes, already feeling flushed from the pain, before working on the second. He worked slowly like this, taking breaks when he could feel his hand shaking too badly, before he managed to get near the end and needed to stop.
He set the needle down and breathed out, now in a cold sweat. “You think….you can handle the rest like that?”
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Watching as the other started in on stitching himself up he waited till he was done, at least for now, and was questioning him. He really was not looking forward to being sober and stitched - he’d fix that.
“Can do that, let me get drink for you.” And himself, and juice as he did remember the other mentioning it when he’d bought a bottle from the pharmacy. “Be right back.” Standing, slowly, his legs wobbled a bit but he managed to make his way across his room, uncaring of the fact he was without the hoodie and was wrapped up clearly hiding a nasty injury.
The trip into the kitchen, and then the bathroom, wasn't too long but it took longer than normal. When he came back it was with a good sized bottle of soju, two small bottles of juice, and the case for his contacts as well as a pair of glasses. He really didn’t want to keep his contacts in - they were starting to bother him.
Reaching the other, after closing and locking his door, he offered him the bottle of soju. “Strong - be careful.” He didn’t know the others tolerance but he knew soju was strong. He also knew the taste to some people would be unpleasant, but that was the same for any alcohol - right? While the other took the bottle Seung went and took the needle and thread so he could finish the work the other had started. “Try first then I’ll start.” He didn’t want to cause the other further pain, he already was injured plus stitching himself up without any help for the pain - he had to be suffering.
Brushing his fall of blond hair from his face, tucking it behind his pierced ear, Seung took the time to remove the claw like piercing from his right, and left, ear lobe and removed the hoop he had in his right ear as well. He couldn’t sleep with either in - uncomfortable and they caught on things.
“Can do that, let me get drink for you.” And himself, and juice as he did remember the other mentioning it when he’d bought a bottle from the pharmacy. “Be right back.” Standing, slowly, his legs wobbled a bit but he managed to make his way across his room, uncaring of the fact he was without the hoodie and was wrapped up clearly hiding a nasty injury.
The trip into the kitchen, and then the bathroom, wasn't too long but it took longer than normal. When he came back it was with a good sized bottle of soju, two small bottles of juice, and the case for his contacts as well as a pair of glasses. He really didn’t want to keep his contacts in - they were starting to bother him.
Reaching the other, after closing and locking his door, he offered him the bottle of soju. “Strong - be careful.” He didn’t know the others tolerance but he knew soju was strong. He also knew the taste to some people would be unpleasant, but that was the same for any alcohol - right? While the other took the bottle Seung went and took the needle and thread so he could finish the work the other had started. “Try first then I’ll start.” He didn’t want to cause the other further pain, he already was injured plus stitching himself up without any help for the pain - he had to be suffering.
Brushing his fall of blond hair from his face, tucking it behind his pierced ear, Seung took the time to remove the claw like piercing from his right, and left, ear lobe and removed the hoop he had in his right ear as well. He couldn’t sleep with either in - uncomfortable and they caught on things.
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The second the door closed, Torin turned to the dog with unbridled joy. “Hey there. Aren’t you a handsome man. I bet you are the best dog in the whole wide world. Are you? Yes you are.” He said, reaching out to pet and scratch the dog as much as his limited ability to actually turn would allow.
When the door clicked, Torin went back to pretending he had been sitting there normally the whole time. “Thank you.” He said, looking slightly flushed for taxing himself further just to pet a dog.
Taking the bottle, he looked it over, a bit confused with all the Korean writing on it. Inspecting it, he twisted the cap, and gave it a sniff. Oh, this would not be good. “To surviving the night.” He said, raising the bottle up before taking as deep a swig as he could tolerate before lowered the bottle and coughing. “Oh that burns bad.” He said through short coughs before he winced as the movement bothered his side.
He took another drink though to get as drunk as one bottle would allow. He felt horrible and he welcomed anything to numb him. Lowering the bottle, he looked up at him. “I’ve had youma alcohol before. Do you know they actually have bars. Half the stuff burns right through the table. I’m not joking.” He said, trying to make small talk.
When the door clicked, Torin went back to pretending he had been sitting there normally the whole time. “Thank you.” He said, looking slightly flushed for taxing himself further just to pet a dog.
Taking the bottle, he looked it over, a bit confused with all the Korean writing on it. Inspecting it, he twisted the cap, and gave it a sniff. Oh, this would not be good. “To surviving the night.” He said, raising the bottle up before taking as deep a swig as he could tolerate before lowered the bottle and coughing. “Oh that burns bad.” He said through short coughs before he winced as the movement bothered his side.
He took another drink though to get as drunk as one bottle would allow. He felt horrible and he welcomed anything to numb him. Lowering the bottle, he looked up at him. “I’ve had youma alcohol before. Do you know they actually have bars. Half the stuff burns right through the table. I’m not joking.” He said, trying to make small talk.
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The little puppy, few months old as he was, couldn’t behave for long and despite being told to lay down on the bed someone was paying him attention! Yeong was more than happy to bounce and give little yipping barks of joy to the person paying him attention. He didn’t jump, as if able to sense what was going on - but couldn’t most dogs tell when someone was hurt? Barking as his owner came in he went to greet him, following his owner back to the new person, the one who was so friendly.
Watching the other drink he shook his head and taking the bottle he set it down. He’d get to down the rest soon enough - and he did plan to down whatever the other didn’t finish. It wasn’t that he was an alcoholic, Terry had worried about that, but he had a high tolerance and he did like his soju - a lot. “Acquired taste.” He said, to explain the other not liking the taste of the soju.
“Is common drink back home.” And not easy to find at a bar or club here and outside of Korea Town was likely impossible to purchase, or close to it.
“Sounds bad...burn through table...but no. Don’t know much on youma. Was saved, Polaris saved me, before being a knight. Christmas - night before...became a knight...youma was at temple. Don’t like youma...don’t understand them...like spirits?” He asked, wanting to know and perhaps Torin having once been in the Negaverse knew? It would help to make sense of them to understand, and be able to label them as something...especially if it was something he knew and understood already.
Watching the other drink he shook his head and taking the bottle he set it down. He’d get to down the rest soon enough - and he did plan to down whatever the other didn’t finish. It wasn’t that he was an alcoholic, Terry had worried about that, but he had a high tolerance and he did like his soju - a lot. “Acquired taste.” He said, to explain the other not liking the taste of the soju.
“Is common drink back home.” And not easy to find at a bar or club here and outside of Korea Town was likely impossible to purchase, or close to it.
“Sounds bad...burn through table...but no. Don’t know much on youma. Was saved, Polaris saved me, before being a knight. Christmas - night before...became a knight...youma was at temple. Don’t like youma...don’t understand them...like spirits?” He asked, wanting to know and perhaps Torin having once been in the Negaverse knew? It would help to make sense of them to understand, and be able to label them as something...especially if it was something he knew and understood already.
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“In a way. There are types. Some are like animals that will even attack us.” And he paused and caught himself. “I mean Negagverse agents. They aren't very smart. Then there are ones that are like people. Some were knights of Earth. They have villages. Build homes. Agents have them as a partner they can rely and call on. I had….a cry good friend as a Youma. So maybe spirits, but maybe more alive than that. I wish there was a way to save them.”
He leaned his head back on the bed and looked at the ceiling.
“Some created by starseeds. Some corrupted badly. You eat too many starseeds and can become one. That General in the castle did. Makes you powerful but you also are a slave to Chaos.”
He leaned his head back on the bed and looked at the ceiling.
“Some created by starseeds. Some corrupted badly. You eat too many starseeds and can become one. That General in the castle did. Makes you powerful but you also are a slave to Chaos.”
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“Were all people once?” He asked, not at all liking the answer. That they had once been people...and were being killed so easily. But they were also dangerous, as he’d found out on his own. It was troubling, and something which pulled him in two opposing directions - he didn’t like it.
He listened though as he started to stitch, trying to ignore the fact it was flesh he was stitching and not fabric. It wasn’t easy, for obvious reasons, but the others talking did help him from thinking too much on it. Seung noticed out of the corner of his eye that Yeong was moving to lick at the other, as they had their head tipped back onto his bed. It seemed the puppy wanted in on things, in his own way.
“Almost done, then other one?” He asked, and wondered if the soju remaining would be enough for him or if he could go grab another bottle. As soju was so popular, and something people back home drank in vast amounts as a social thing there was more than a single bottle in his family's apartment. He could always help himself to more, no one would question it especially if he replaced them tomorrow. The question however, or the bigger one anyway, was whether he wanted to really drink in front of Torin and if it would have the other question him or anything like Terry had? Though Terry had read up on drinking and that coupled with his drinking had led to the worry, Torin was clueless unlike Terry...so maybe not?
He listened though as he started to stitch, trying to ignore the fact it was flesh he was stitching and not fabric. It wasn’t easy, for obvious reasons, but the others talking did help him from thinking too much on it. Seung noticed out of the corner of his eye that Yeong was moving to lick at the other, as they had their head tipped back onto his bed. It seemed the puppy wanted in on things, in his own way.
“Almost done, then other one?” He asked, and wondered if the soju remaining would be enough for him or if he could go grab another bottle. As soju was so popular, and something people back home drank in vast amounts as a social thing there was more than a single bottle in his family's apartment. He could always help himself to more, no one would question it especially if he replaced them tomorrow. The question however, or the bigger one anyway, was whether he wanted to really drink in front of Torin and if it would have the other question him or anything like Terry had? Though Terry had read up on drinking and that coupled with his drinking had led to the worry, Torin was clueless unlike Terry...so maybe not?
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“Not all of them were people. Get enough chaos and starseeds together and you can make one. So you either corrupt a starseed in someone, or that starseed consumes too much chaos by eating other starseeds, or you take starseeds that are pulled and make a new one. I guess as long as you have a starseed to consume chaos, you can have a Youma. So yes, they are all from people in one way or another. I wonder if they can be purified now that I think about it. It would certainly weaken Metallia’s power and reserves. Maybe save the Knights who are trapped serving it with no freedom to choose.”
He sighed before letting the dog. “I miss my Youma.”
Looking back, he smiled. “If you feel up to doing my shoulder, it would help me a lot. You are doing great for your first time.”
He sighed before letting the dog. “I miss my Youma.”
Looking back, he smiled. “If you feel up to doing my shoulder, it would help me a lot. You are doing great for your first time.”
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“Knights with no freedom?” But hadn’t he left? Thus there was a choice? But hadn’t he left? Thus there was a choice? It was good to learn new things, it was helpful, but it could also cause some conflict within a person - as it did for a few moments with him. But in the end youma were dangerous, he’d seen it first hand, and he didn’t want others to fall victim to them - especially his own family.
“Maybe idea to suggest to others? Ones who know more.”
“Have to not think it’s person and it’s fine.” He answered honestly. “Talking helps distract.” It kept him from thinking too much, from really focusing on what he was stitching together. As he finished with the first set of stitches he snipped the thread and went to rethread the needle for the second round.
“Soju helped?” He asked the other.
“Maybe idea to suggest to others? Ones who know more.”
“Have to not think it’s person and it’s fine.” He answered honestly. “Talking helps distract.” It kept him from thinking too much, from really focusing on what he was stitching together. As he finished with the first set of stitches he snipped the thread and went to rethread the needle for the second round.
“Soju helped?” He asked the other.
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“I doubt anyone wants to listen to me. I tried giving my insight back before that battle, and I got shouted at for trying to play leader. They’d rather chop my own head than listen. I guess I could ask Camelot. He is the only knight I know who can purify. The senshi…” He sucked in some air between clenched teeth, and not because of the pain. “...kinda hard to talk to people you tried to murder. Went after a lot of them.”
He went back to petting the puppy. “Yeah, it helps. Thanks. How are you doing with all of this?”
He went back to petting the puppy. “Yeah, it helps. Thanks. How are you doing with all of this?”
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“Should listen, being one once gives information - help.” And to not listen, to not seek the information a former member had, was folly. It was not a wise choice and yet the other said people didn’t listen, and he did remember that.
“Not your head - stab own foot.” He answered shaking his head a bit, blinking his eyes as it caused his vision to swim - not a good idea. Biting down on the inside of his cheek as he held still till his stomach settled, and his vision stabilized.
“Yes, would be hard. Information would be good - is good to have. Some place to put all you know - for those who seek it...not tie it to you but out there maybe?” Was there any place, anywhere, Torin could put the information the other knew? A place everyone could access it but not know who it came from? Maybe that would help?
“Doing what is needed.” It was an answer and yet not likely what the other wanted. Did it matter how he was doing? He was alive, injured - yes but still alive and well enough. He would do what was needed, as he always had when growing up. Pushing himself was not something new to him.
“Glad it helps - very strong...hangover will be bad if drunk.”
“Not your head - stab own foot.” He answered shaking his head a bit, blinking his eyes as it caused his vision to swim - not a good idea. Biting down on the inside of his cheek as he held still till his stomach settled, and his vision stabilized.
“Yes, would be hard. Information would be good - is good to have. Some place to put all you know - for those who seek it...not tie it to you but out there maybe?” Was there any place, anywhere, Torin could put the information the other knew? A place everyone could access it but not know who it came from? Maybe that would help?
“Doing what is needed.” It was an answer and yet not likely what the other wanted. Did it matter how he was doing? He was alive, injured - yes but still alive and well enough. He would do what was needed, as he always had when growing up. Pushing himself was not something new to him.
“Glad it helps - very strong...hangover will be bad if drunk.”
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“What people should do and do are not my place. I am not really a poster child for telling people to follow orders considering I’m a traitor for just that. While I would love to lead my own army, I’ve been told by….someone I respect that I shouldn’t be focusing too much on work in this life and more on my other life.” He leaned back and rubbed at his blind eye.
“I’d only want to share information with other knights. I could care less for the senshi.” He adjusted his weight as he looked at him. “I’m going to feel terrible in the morning one way or another. I was only just starting to sleep normally anyways.”
As Seung finished, he gestured to him. “Here. Let me patch you up before you take me on again.” He said with a gesture of his hands.
“I’d only want to share information with other knights. I could care less for the senshi.” He adjusted his weight as he looked at him. “I’m going to feel terrible in the morning one way or another. I was only just starting to sleep normally anyways.”
As Seung finished, he gestured to him. “Here. Let me patch you up before you take me on again.” He said with a gesture of his hands.
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Maybe a traitor but for the right reasons, and someone who could help them all with information, with understanding. But he understood the other being told he should focus more on living outside of this war, he still did a lot outside of the war aspect of his life and always would - he had family obligations.
“Why senshi?” He had been saved by two senshi already, he had no issue with them. But he hadn’t been involved in things nearly as long as the other, so he likely had a reason...and maybe it would change in opinion on them, or at least alter it some? Shaking his head at the others words he felt for him, he wasn’t going to wake up feeling great no matter what - neither would he. A hangover wouldn’t be bad though, he was used to that.
“Take you on again?” He questioned but offered the other the threaded needle while going for the bottle himself. “Let me get another.” He had a good tolerance for alcohol so he got up and ignoring the way everything tipped around him, from blood loss without a doubt, he managed to make his way from his room and to the kitchen to get another drink. He stopped a few times on the way to, and from, the kitchen as things tilted and spun for him and his vision went a bit. But he made it, he had to.
Stopping off in the bathroom to at least remove his make up incase he forgot to before crashing for the night. He needed it off, sleeping with it on would be no good. Never mind that he stopped to grip the sink a few times, that he had to blink several times to clear his vision. Wiping it off didn’t take long and with two bottles in hand, one new and the other partially empty from the other, he looked a bit different now. He still had his contacts in and his skin was still clear but different, his eyes smaller looking and unrimmed in black. Make up did a lot, obviously.
“Ok.” And with that word he sat himself down, gingerly, and went to drinking from the first bottle. The taste didn’t seem to bother him as he drank down the bottles clear contents.
“Why senshi?” He had been saved by two senshi already, he had no issue with them. But he hadn’t been involved in things nearly as long as the other, so he likely had a reason...and maybe it would change in opinion on them, or at least alter it some? Shaking his head at the others words he felt for him, he wasn’t going to wake up feeling great no matter what - neither would he. A hangover wouldn’t be bad though, he was used to that.
“Take you on again?” He questioned but offered the other the threaded needle while going for the bottle himself. “Let me get another.” He had a good tolerance for alcohol so he got up and ignoring the way everything tipped around him, from blood loss without a doubt, he managed to make his way from his room and to the kitchen to get another drink. He stopped a few times on the way to, and from, the kitchen as things tilted and spun for him and his vision went a bit. But he made it, he had to.
Stopping off in the bathroom to at least remove his make up incase he forgot to before crashing for the night. He needed it off, sleeping with it on would be no good. Never mind that he stopped to grip the sink a few times, that he had to blink several times to clear his vision. Wiping it off didn’t take long and with two bottles in hand, one new and the other partially empty from the other, he looked a bit different now. He still had his contacts in and his skin was still clear but different, his eyes smaller looking and unrimmed in black. Make up did a lot, obviously.
“Ok.” And with that word he sat himself down, gingerly, and went to drinking from the first bottle. The taste didn’t seem to bother him as he drank down the bottles clear contents.
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“They are still invaders. One way or another. Negaverse. Knight. It’s just a different side to the same coin. Senshi are something else entirely. I don’t trust them. They still have their objectives in the end, and it’s not the same as it is for us.”
He waved it off, not wanting to get into what others would consider a debateable viewpoint with the other. He was far too tired and worn for that.
Taking the thread and needle, he moved over slowly and leaned over the man, taking some fabric and wiping off the wound with some peroxide before he pressed his fingertips against his skin. Pressing on the wound, he pierced into the flesh and started to work fast and quickly stitching him. “What are your objectives as a knight? What are you in this for? Anything you want from it?” He asked, green eyes looking up a moment at his before looking back down to continue working on his stitching.
“Or just like everyone else hoping for peace and all that?”
He waved it off, not wanting to get into what others would consider a debateable viewpoint with the other. He was far too tired and worn for that.
Taking the thread and needle, he moved over slowly and leaned over the man, taking some fabric and wiping off the wound with some peroxide before he pressed his fingertips against his skin. Pressing on the wound, he pierced into the flesh and started to work fast and quickly stitching him. “What are your objectives as a knight? What are you in this for? Anything you want from it?” He asked, green eyes looking up a moment at his before looking back down to continue working on his stitching.
“Or just like everyone else hoping for peace and all that?”
