[Light and airy, like they're settled across a counter enjoying dinner and talking about something mundane - people, places or a shared nostalgia.
With Maruki settled on a disgusting floor - clothes, cosmetics and everything else strewn in places it shouldn't, Akechi goes behind a checkout counter to scavenge. Their first aid kit is limited and every passing day is a reminder to ration.
An old water bottle freckled with plastic residue. Sealed, iffy, but useable. A single band aid with floral print. No kit. He takes both and a hideous lime green scarf.]
No, my persona has no capability to heal and even if it did, I wasn't lying about being out of stamina. Robin Hood might have one more attack left, if we're fortunate.
[Grim reminders of reality. Akechi's at his limit - nearly two days with near constant battles enough to run him ragged.
It's not comfort that settles in the pit of his stomach as he takes stock of Maruki's injury. It's nothing. It's-
A blood soaked back serving as a permanent, persistent reminder that he isn't battling alone. That he isn't the only one willing to fight, to kill, to survive. That there's no argument over sanctity of fake realities and lives when they're both in the trenches.
He wants to be alone and-
Akechi's never been gentle. Isn't a doctor. All his skills come from youtube videos after agonizing palace escapes and makeshift cures with salvaged supplies.
Maruki knew what to do.
And so, Akechi remembers and relives that lesson like the videos he used to watch in the middle of night to wind down.
Water on lime green cloth, press it against the injury - rinse, repeat, wipe until it's only speckles of flesh shining through clotting veins. He isn't gentle by nature, but he makes an attempt to not do to Maruki what he would do to himself. Unpracticed, rough, but not uncompassionate.]
We'll need to reassess our plan later.
[Lime green speckled and stained - the design looks better. Wearable, in a hilarious way.
He holds a hand out - a silent request for the satchel while the mental video is paused in his mind.]
After we eat, drink and rest. You'll be sleeping first.
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[Light and airy, like they're settled across a counter enjoying dinner and talking about something mundane - people, places or a shared nostalgia.
With Maruki settled on a disgusting floor - clothes, cosmetics and everything else strewn in places it shouldn't, Akechi goes behind a checkout counter to scavenge. Their first aid kit is limited and every passing day is a reminder to ration.
An old water bottle freckled with plastic residue. Sealed, iffy, but useable. A single band aid with floral print. No kit. He takes both and a hideous lime green scarf.]
No, my persona has no capability to heal and even if it did, I wasn't lying about being out of stamina. Robin Hood might have one more attack left, if we're fortunate.
[Grim reminders of reality. Akechi's at his limit - nearly two days with near constant battles enough to run him ragged.
It's not comfort that settles in the pit of his stomach as he takes stock of Maruki's injury. It's nothing. It's-
A blood soaked back serving as a permanent, persistent reminder that he isn't battling alone. That he isn't the only one willing to fight, to kill, to survive. That there's no argument over sanctity of fake realities and lives when they're both in the trenches.
He wants to be alone and-
Akechi's never been gentle. Isn't a doctor. All his skills come from youtube videos after agonizing palace escapes and makeshift cures with salvaged supplies.
Maruki knew what to do.
And so, Akechi remembers and relives that lesson like the videos he used to watch in the middle of night to wind down.
Water on lime green cloth, press it against the injury - rinse, repeat, wipe until it's only speckles of flesh shining through clotting veins. He isn't gentle by nature, but he makes an attempt to not do to Maruki what he would do to himself. Unpracticed, rough, but not uncompassionate.]
We'll need to reassess our plan later.
[Lime green speckled and stained - the design looks better. Wearable, in a hilarious way.
He holds a hand out - a silent request for the satchel while the mental video is paused in his mind.]
After we eat, drink and rest. You'll be sleeping first.