[ Maruki doesn't mind the jostling – it's a lot of wrapping that needs to be done, he had a much easier time with Akechi's arm.
How incredibly strange, each of them with wounds tended by the other. Before this, they'd joked about an okonomiyaki room. Somehow they're still coming through it alive, mostly intact, and together.
He draws a deep breath, tests the way his wound aches as his chest expansion puts pressure on the bandages. It isn't bad. It hurts like he can't even describe, but the numbing ointment on the gauze helps, and the stability of the wrap does too. He'll make it. They both will.
Maruki nods along with his advice, can't even bring himself to offer to take a look around too. He can do that when they trade off in a couple hours. For now, his whole body is bruised and battered and desperate for even the temporary reprieve of sleep.
He gets to his feet for only a moment, just long enough to cross over to a disheveled pile of clearance clothes. He kicks it to spread it out more, unwilling to bend or move his arms much unless he absolutely must, until the pile has been dispersed enough to still provide a semi-soft cushion from the floor but more resemble a shape a grown man of their height could comfortably lay on. It'll do.
It's an awkward, inelegant movement that makes him laugh at himself, dropping down to his knees and then slowly lowering himself down face first. After a moment of attempting to adjust, he rolls onto his left side, cradles the other arm across his chest to try to give his injured shoulder some support. That's as good as it will get.
He doesn't know where Akechi is in the store, lost sight of him during his pathetic shuffle. But he can hear him rustling about, so he hasn't gone far.
Maruki raises his voice to ensure he hears it. With how exhausted he is, the sincerity normally present in his tone isn't quite so earnestly cloying. He still clearly means what he says, but it's plainly stated, factual rather than sentimental. ]
Akechi. Thank you. I won't ever forget your kindness tonight.
[ A kindness that involved goading him into killing a monstrous creature the likes of which they'll hopefully never see again, but kindness all the same.
A vibration through the floor from the distant rumblings, buildings collapsing, monsters stalking. Not close enough to fear. They'll be fine. Or they won't, and they'll fight their way through. Simple.
Maruki closes his eyes, and he's out before Akechi returns. ]
i. well. thread of all time perhaps
How incredibly strange, each of them with wounds tended by the other. Before this, they'd joked about an okonomiyaki room. Somehow they're still coming through it alive, mostly intact, and together.
He draws a deep breath, tests the way his wound aches as his chest expansion puts pressure on the bandages. It isn't bad. It hurts like he can't even describe, but the numbing ointment on the gauze helps, and the stability of the wrap does too. He'll make it. They both will.
Maruki nods along with his advice, can't even bring himself to offer to take a look around too. He can do that when they trade off in a couple hours. For now, his whole body is bruised and battered and desperate for even the temporary reprieve of sleep.
He gets to his feet for only a moment, just long enough to cross over to a disheveled pile of clearance clothes. He kicks it to spread it out more, unwilling to bend or move his arms much unless he absolutely must, until the pile has been dispersed enough to still provide a semi-soft cushion from the floor but more resemble a shape a grown man of their height could comfortably lay on. It'll do.
It's an awkward, inelegant movement that makes him laugh at himself, dropping down to his knees and then slowly lowering himself down face first. After a moment of attempting to adjust, he rolls onto his left side, cradles the other arm across his chest to try to give his injured shoulder some support. That's as good as it will get.
He doesn't know where Akechi is in the store, lost sight of him during his pathetic shuffle. But he can hear him rustling about, so he hasn't gone far.
Maruki raises his voice to ensure he hears it. With how exhausted he is, the sincerity normally present in his tone isn't quite so earnestly cloying. He still clearly means what he says, but it's plainly stated, factual rather than sentimental. ]
Akechi. Thank you. I won't ever forget your kindness tonight.
[ A kindness that involved goading him into killing a monstrous creature the likes of which they'll hopefully never see again, but kindness all the same.
A vibration through the floor from the distant rumblings, buildings collapsing, monsters stalking. Not close enough to fear. They'll be fine. Or they won't, and they'll fight their way through. Simple.
Maruki closes his eyes, and he's out before Akechi returns. ]