suitedreams: Jiji

[battling]

some names get shortened because i can't remember

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[battling]

You're also slippin' around.

[Two grandpas eating shit.]

[unsaid]

Perhaps so, but I am less injured.

[and so he will try to

slip and slide his way toward where bradley is sitting in a chair to get behind it]

[battling]

[The only good news for him, is that Bradley isn't moving.]

How many bruises ya gonna get from this?

[unsaid]

Ha ha ha. Many. So do help make sure I am not convicted tomorrow, would you?

[he's just going to like. reach out against other furniture to try to keep from falling as he makes his way over]

[battling]

I'll vouch for these bruises.

[Maybe they should've just crawled to safety. It looks pathetic, but they'd be less injured.]

[unsaid]

[sometimes you have your pride

but mikazuki will make it to the back of bradley's chair and - mostly using other furniture as leverage - will begin to push him toward the closest exit out of the lobby.

it's awkward and silly but listen,]

That ought be enough.

[a beat]

How is your heart faring?

[battling]

[They have managed to get out of the slippery trap! I'm very proud of them.]

This shit sucks.

[It sucks every week, but Hope and Aikawa were his, and Zuko was somebody he started wanting to look out for.]

[unsaid]

[i'm also proud of them!!!!

mikazuki will circle around - carefully, he nearly eats shit on the last step - and then hold his hand out to bradley to help him rise]

Shall I carry you to your next destination?

[he normally likes to be the one doted on but you know, pay it forward,]

... but you are correct. To say that I am displeased... it would be quite the understatement.

[battling]

You ain't gotta carry me. Just let me lean against ya.

[He does take the hand, and starts hobbling off to his room.]

Think that shadow thing multiplied when we couldn't find it last week?

[unsaid]

[ah - then mikazuki will allow that, adjusting his hold on bradley's arm so that it is able to rest more comfortably against mikazuki

he begins to walk slowly toward the room, letting bradley set the pace]

Hmm... Perhaps.

Or others were beginning to get anxious about the fate of their hostages.

[battling]

[It's an extremely slow pace, but he didn't get any healing yesterday.

He sighs deeply.]

Fuck.

[Halfway through and they've lost 3. Four, because they'll likely vote for somebody alive.]