night 18

[maege]

[hahaha yeah so about all that murdering

the deed is done though and Mae kind of—half-staggers at the gymnasium, clutching her side, thinking maybe she ought to do something about that wound there but the nurse's office is so far away? and she could just go to bed? and bleed out there??? it would be nice.

surely, she figures, it's safe to take her time in the halls. what would anyone else be doing around here this time of night am i right???? (spoilers)]

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[blueeyeswaifudragon]

[Kaiba isn't exactly of a mind to be racing down the hallways himself at this point; he had, indeed, gotten a chance to have an adventure, but at what cost? His shirt and very favorite dragon-inspired coat had been ripped and more than a little blood-spattered around the middle, and everyone knows those stains never really come out--a heavy price to pay. Also, it kinda hurts like hell--double minus.

Heading for the nurse's office, he makes a left at the gym--that's the right way, right? He does not, in fact, expect to bump into anyone living, much less Mae, but whaddya know]

...

[maege]

Whoa—!

[the dramatics don't stop regardless of however much blood is involved apparently?? but after the initial start she just kind of. stops. stares at Kaiba. stares at him some more. panic very quickly turns into an "oh it's just Kaiba" brand of relief, which veers briefly into "what the fuck is that supposed to mean" territory before refocusing on "now what"]

...Whhhhhhaaaaattttt's up?

[fucking

nailed it]

[blueeyeswaifudragon]

[shit does this mean they have to kill each other now. play it cool, seto]

...Just. Taking a walk. You?

[maege]

Yyyyyyeah, uh, I just—Gods, are you bleeding, too, is that what kinda night this is?

[that was a great thirty seconds of pretending to be subtle at all]

[blueeyeswaifudragon]

Apparently so.

[he eyes her side meaningfully]

Should I even ask about that?

[maege]

I mean, ideally you'd wait until we're both at least bleeding less, buuut that's just my take on things.

[blueeyeswaifudragon]

[the moment holds, tension stretching out for a beat, two. and then Kaiba does a weird little shrug-wince move, since for the moment he is still bleeding more and fuck this, fuck it, fuck]

...You want a drink?

[maege]

That is not going to solve any of the biggest problems either of us are having here.

[...]

But yes.

[blueeyeswaifudragon]

[he gestures with his head to follow]

Come on. ...Unless you really want more Q-Tips.

[never let it be said Seto Kaiba never tried to accommodate a lady.]

[maege]

I'm mooostly sure there are things that aren't q-tips in th—yeah, yeah, okay, okay, I'm coming.

[slowly. hobbling. getting better at the concept of walking as she goes anyway]

[blueeyeswaifudragon]

[he doesn't slow to match her pace so much as just slow down, period, but either way they end up more or less side by side walking]

If you need some--lady bandages, then just say so.

[maege]

I—lady bandages? Like okay not that I can't totally keep going like this for at least a bit or anything but I'm gonna be stuck on "lady bandages" for at least a little while.

[blueeyeswaifudragon]

And people wonder why chivalry is dead.

[maege]

Seriously, what's the logic here? Are regular bandages too good for me, is it the other way around? I don't—Oof. [staggers, but picks herself up real fast] Okay, I'll go back to making fun of that when we're sitting down.

[blueeyeswaifudragon]

Do I know like I know anything about women or bandages? I make games, not solve the mysteries of life.

[he at least looks like he thinks that makes sense, one arm pressing the hem of his ruined coat against the wound on his chest since he at least sortof knows how this works.]

...Man bandages would probably be too big, anyway.

[maege]

Man bandages.

[making a GREAT EFFORT to pull herself together enough to continue mocking him]

They're all-purpose. That's not a thing.

[blueeyeswaifudragon]

They'd come in blue, grey, and camouflage print. Appeal to fragile masculine identities and anyone who would giggle at the brand name "Mandage."

[he actually does pay attention to her state, if only because if she were to actually pass out that would be troublesome]

[maege]

[as a matter of fact, Mae is one of the people who would giggle at the brand name "Mandage," which very nearly results in her falling over, but listen, it's fine, she's fine.]

Okay, okay, that was good—Are we there yet? Have we decided where "there" is, besides drunk?

[blueeyeswaifudragon]

[he even cracks a smile, a small one. don't tell anyone (also he's totally gonna pitch mandages back home under a shell company)]

I have a fine bottle of Japanese whiskey in my room. And no, that's not a line.

[maege]

[she's going to wait to ask what "Japanese" means when she's sitting, and doing less dying]

Okay, good, because I do not have the energy to deal with that kinda mess right now. Or stairs? Can we take the—the, the lifty thingy, you know, with the buttons. The thing that isn't stairs.

[e...levator......]

[blueeyeswaifudragon]

Yes.

[because even if going down is technically easier than going up, the problem becomes not going down all of the stairs at once

...anyway they blood trail over to the elevator; it hopefully does not take them to the evil 13th floor haunted by Slimer but instead just to the dorms. Kaiba's room is fairly clean save for the stacks of junk around the desk--half-gutted gadgets and wires and a soldiering iron set and old copies of Electronic Trash Monthly and stacks of hand-drawn--are those playing cards? and notebooks filled with code and other card nerd bullshit. The bottle of shochu is sitting mostly unopened on the bed, along with a box of scratch-and-dent toaster pastries]

[maege]

[i accidentally almost tagged this with the mod account and i was like okay well i guess this is a mod tag now and i guess i have to haunt them with slimer

honestly though Kaiba's room could be covered wall to wall in dressed up Tycoon corpses somehow dubiously collected despite the raccoons' multiple plan-foils and Mae would not even care because you know what it DOES have?? a chair, which she pretty much immediately collapses into with a grunt that doubles as a big relieved sigh. it doesn't have to be a comfortable chair it just is a chair. she'll snoop through and make fun of his belongings in a couple of minutes though]

I can't help but feel like making a bandages trip first wouldn't have been the worst idea buuut I guess we're committed to bad decisions tonight—Are you good over there?

[as long as they're BOTH BLEEDING]

[blueeyeswaifudragon]

[it's okay, slimer always haunts our hearts]

I asked you about bandages and now they're on a whole other floor, make up your mind.

[he probably intends this to sound nasty but it kinda just ends up someplace between tired parent and petulant child. sulky or no, he hands over a towel or something so she can at least make an attempt to apply pressure, christ his room's gonna look like a murder happened in there!]

...Look, we can go back out if you're so set on proper healthcare. Just...give me a minute. --You don't think you need stitches, do you? Since neither of us are anaestheticists, you're probably going to want that drink before you do.

[so much for "proper" healthcare]

[maege]

The nurse's office was right there and you were the one with other ideas— No, it's fine, iiiit's probably fine.

[more fine as she takes the towel and goes right to applying pressure, wincing a little but already doing better now that she doesn't have to keep trying to move]

Thanks. I don't think so? I've been stabbed better but I've been stabbed worse. This is like—ugh, how does anyone live without Recover spells. This is like, one Recover and done, we don't have to play with stitches in the middle of the night, I can just wrap it up. At some point. Don't hurry on my account.

[...]

You didn't answer my question. You good?

[blueeyeswaifudragon]

Ugh, I was distracted, I forgot, sue me. My lawyers'll be waiting.

[disgruntled, he opens the bottle and offers it to her]

And I'm fine, it's not so deep. --You're not supposed to get so close you get stabbed, by the way.