concretejungles | (no subject)

Later, okay...?

[There's nothing to wrap the injury with, though he has absolutely no complaints with allowing himself to keep bleeding.]

I'm going for real now.

[Though Kida gets an expectant stare - you're coming, right?]

So go.

[He's going to try to go by himself. Like a real tough guy who can walk a straight line and isn't dripping.]

You still don't want to come, too?

[Ughhh he's just gonna walk on ahead. Away from the wall like a trooper!]

I'm going alone. I don't...

[Whoah. Whoah things are spinning maybe that's a bad idea?]

...I don't want to look at... your gross face-- [s-sways a bit but HE'S GONNA DO THIS FUCK YOU] --anymore.

I can walk behind you...

[ow... ow. it's hard to focus when his hands are so messed up - he starts along behind Kida, putting his hand to his mouth and licking up the blood that's beginning to dry around the wound. It makes his hand sting and sends a shudder up his spine]

Screw off.

[Or. Don't. Either way, he's definitely going down by the time they're within a turn of the stairs. Shirou can try to catch him, or just let him drop. The difference is whether he'll be sorta-conscious or whether he'll knock himself entirely out on the stone floor.]

[Shirou just...lets him fall. The whole ordeal is awfully confusing, really. When Kida hits the ground, he gets nudged with a toe a few times, kicked roughly once to make certain that he's out cold, and then Shirou hesitates for a moment before picking him up.

yeeep, time to get you out of here too, he supposes. He's certain this isn't enough hero-ing to make up for breaking Kida in the first place but. Well.]

[Congratulations Shirou. You've acquired an unconscious body! But the stairs are just around the corner so good job.]