[log] Pray and Take

[kokuyoyo]

Who: The losers involved in the Pray and Take quest
What: These mice robbers really didn't deserve any of this.
Where: Domina's Church
When: Day 13
Other: Mice murder, injury

So. The local church has been taken over by diminutive mice-like creatures armed with bows and way too many arrows. One way or another, some of the residents of Home have heard about this and are on their way to do something about this.... whether out of the goodness of their hearts or because they're a hot mess looking for a fight.

Good luck!

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[kokuyoyo]

[First things are first, which means splashing a bit of water over the wound to clear away some of the blood and let him see things better. They’ve had this kind of song and dance before, so Chikusa isn’t particularly worried about Ken as he presses his fingers into skin and the wound itself to make sure there’s nothing still stuck inside. With how basic things are here and how violently Ken ripped out the wound… It’s a real concern.]

[Bad news is that there are a few splinters. Good news is that, as someone who uses needles regularly, one of the things Chikusa carries on him is a pair of tweezers. It only takes a minute or so for him to clear out the wound, washing it again now and then with more water, before he’s satisfied. It’s as he goes to wrap things up that he speaks again.]

You’re going to have to not aggravate it, Ken…

[junkyarddog]

[Ken makes a few displeased growling noises as Chikusa prods at his wound, but he holds remarkably still and doesn't actually offer any kind of resistance or objection to what his partner is doing.

At the words, he blinks at Chikusa.] I thought you said I'm a naturally aggravating person, byon.

[Well...he's not wrong.]

[kokuyoyo]

[...Yeah, he’s not wrong. Still. Chikusa nudges his glasses back up with the heel of his palm.]

I meant doing things that will bother the wound. That means no excessive movement…. Which means no fights.

[junkyarddog]

[Predictably, Ken whines.] I can't fight at all now?!

[It's never easy to get Ken to sit still and let his injuries heal. Which can be a pain, since he's more prone to suffering physical injuries than any of them. Usually, though, Mukuro's authority helps enforce it.]

[kokuyoyo]

It’s your own fault.

[The amount of pity Chikusa has: in the negatives, not even a flat out zero. He adjusts his glasses, ignoring Ken’s whine.]

You’re the one who wasn’t paying attention and then yanked it out carelessly.

[junkyarddog]

You distracted me, byon! [Ken's voice is a sulky whine, but strangely that's a good sign here. Ken wouldn't be sulking over the injunction not to fight unless he was acquiescing to Chikusa's ultimatum. Chikusa's always been the only one besides Mukuro who can get him to obey, even if he doesn't have Mukuro's guaranteed success rate.

(To be fair, Chrome can often make Ken cooperate, too. But usually she requests rather than insists, and in either case Ken huffs and insists he's doing it for Mukuro, not for her. Honestly, though, it's not likely Ken's fooling anyone but himself.)]

[kokuyoyo]

No.

[No blame is getting placed on him for this. Chikusa refuses.]

Move your arm a little... I want to make sure the bandages stay.

[junkyarddog]

What do you mean, no? [Ken huffs, but he doesn't press the point. He really doesn't care about blaming Chikusa, so much as deflecting blame from himself. So he's really only continuing to disagree at all because Chikusa's refuting him, and Ken only stops fighting when forced to. Either by someone giving him orders he's actually inclined to listen to, his body giving out on him, or his having triumphed over all visible opposition.

At Chikusa's question, he rolls his injured shoulder - probably not the wisest kind of move to make, but he wants to test its flexibility and how much pain he'll be in when he moves it. He grimaces at it, but...it's bearable. The pull of the bandages make the movement slower and stiffer than he likes, though.] ...how long until I can fight again, byon?

[kokuyoyo]

It’s your own fault.

[Fight him on it. Or, rather, don’t, because Chikusa would really rather not waste energy on that idiotic kind of thing.]

[The question makes him sigh, but he does take consideration as he thinks it over.]

….It depends on how much you keep messing with it and moving around too much…. I’ll check every few days.