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recolle2017-06-01 10:08 pm
spes_phthisica) wrote in recolle2017-06-01 10:08 pm
AND THE MAN IN THE BACK SAID EVERYONE ATTACK [Closed]
WHO: Soujirou and Fai
WHERE: A BAR any bar it's gonna be hecked up anyway
WHEN: Evening, the 2nd of June
WHAT: A barfight.
WARNINGS: Some violence. Possible mentions of chronic disease. Fai never catching a break from getting beat up in connection to bars in any universe. This is really stupid.
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[Soujirou barely even drinks at all, but that doesn't mean he never goes to any bars. He likes drinking mixed soft drinks, and tipsy people are usually chatty and kind of fun to hang out around.
The only problem with bars is that sometimes, drunk people are not very reasonable at all. Especially if they think that the "cute girl" in frumpy clothes is "hiding" in a corner of the bar just waiting for some nice forward fellow to "save her". Now, Soujirou really isn't an aggressive person as such, and he's never cared at all about being called a girl. So at first he just tries to deescalate as politely as possible. Then, he tries to deescalate less politely when the guy's friend says something about Asian girls that makes him grit his teeth, but he's still not looking for a fight.]
If you'd just listen, I said- [And maybe it would all have been fine if his unwanted suitor hadn't decided to grab his wrist.
It's not a particularly hard grab, probably meant more as a not very funny joke than as intimidation. But Soujirou's reaction is pure instinct. He grabs back, twisting his wrist and forcing the mans' elbow up with the palm of his other hand, forces him off center by stepping in behind him before kicking him very hard indeed in the back of the knee.]
-I'm not even a girl.
[MAYBE not the best method of deescalation when you're at the center of a tableau next to a guy flat on his face with a group of suddenly livid wingmen getting out of their seats one table away. Soujirou doesn't really appear to notice, though. He's already backing away and looking around for a weapon to defend himself, his mind working only in primary colors now. Which is how he ends up grabbing someone's wine bottle, and upon glancing briefly in their direction realizes that it's-]
Fai? [Some of the blankness momentarily disappears from his expression, enough for him to look rather sheepish.] I'm afraid this is- [That's as far as he gets before being distracted by the INCOMING ANGRY WINGMAN. (100% accurate rendition of body tackle, truly genuine - bunny suit not included).]
WHERE: A BAR any bar it's gonna be hecked up anyway
WHEN: Evening, the 2nd of June
WHAT: A barfight.
WARNINGS: Some violence. Possible mentions of chronic disease. Fai never catching a break from getting beat up in connection to bars in any universe. This is really stupid.
***
[Soujirou barely even drinks at all, but that doesn't mean he never goes to any bars. He likes drinking mixed soft drinks, and tipsy people are usually chatty and kind of fun to hang out around.
The only problem with bars is that sometimes, drunk people are not very reasonable at all. Especially if they think that the "cute girl" in frumpy clothes is "hiding" in a corner of the bar just waiting for some nice forward fellow to "save her". Now, Soujirou really isn't an aggressive person as such, and he's never cared at all about being called a girl. So at first he just tries to deescalate as politely as possible. Then, he tries to deescalate less politely when the guy's friend says something about Asian girls that makes him grit his teeth, but he's still not looking for a fight.]
If you'd just listen, I said- [And maybe it would all have been fine if his unwanted suitor hadn't decided to grab his wrist.
It's not a particularly hard grab, probably meant more as a not very funny joke than as intimidation. But Soujirou's reaction is pure instinct. He grabs back, twisting his wrist and forcing the mans' elbow up with the palm of his other hand, forces him off center by stepping in behind him before kicking him very hard indeed in the back of the knee.]
-I'm not even a girl.
[MAYBE not the best method of deescalation when you're at the center of a tableau next to a guy flat on his face with a group of suddenly livid wingmen getting out of their seats one table away. Soujirou doesn't really appear to notice, though. He's already backing away and looking around for a weapon to defend himself, his mind working only in primary colors now. Which is how he ends up grabbing someone's wine bottle, and upon glancing briefly in their direction realizes that it's-]
Fai? [Some of the blankness momentarily disappears from his expression, enough for him to look rather sheepish.] I'm afraid this is- [That's as far as he gets before being distracted by the INCOMING ANGRY WINGMAN. (100% accurate rendition of body tackle, truly genuine - bunny suit not included).]
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He came here with a co-worker at least, so it's not as if he was alone when he arrived. He's been wary of going to bars alone ever since... well. Ever since a few years ago. But his co-worker had to bail early, and Fai should really be getting home himself. In fact, he's just about to pack up and hunt for a taxi when the hubbub starts.
He's just this side of tipsy, and not really paying attention to the events leading up to the fight, when someone grabs his wine bottle. What the--]
Soujirou?
[Fai barely has time to register what's going on, but there's someone barreling toward Soujirou and that's enough to cause his mommy instincts to kick in. Fai grabs for Soujirou's arm and pulls him closer, trying to get the younger man out of the path of the attacker.]
What's going on?!
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Ah... I think I made some people a bit angry.
[He nods to the now wary-looking guys who are nonetheless trying to spread out to surround them. Surely they'll still be fine - there's still four of them against one little weirdo who looks like a girl and one skinny apparent ally.]
But on the other hand- [He smiles, a bit disconcertingly, and lifts the bottle he's still holding as if it's a sword.] -some people should keep their hands to themselves.
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...Fai really needs to sit this kid down and have a chat with him. Maybe after this is all over, though.]
What- Oh my god what are you doing?
[He's staring at the bottle in horror.]
i'm crying Fai does not deserve this
Fighting. [As if it's the most obvious thing in the world.]
This guy grabbed me, and I made him stop, and now his friends- [He doesn't sound like he's trying to make excuses. If anything, his voice is way too reasonable. But he cuts himself short and instead finishes with-] -Duck. [Fist with accompanying slurs incoming toward Fai's face.]
it's true, we're terrible people ;~;
Fai is too busy reeling from all of this to realize what Soujirou's trying to tell him. It registers a second too late, just as the fist is connecting with the left side of Fai's face. The tall blond man lets out a yelp and falls backward, stunned and clapping a hand protectively over the injured part of his face.]
ssshh he's just forever cursed with dumbass friends
Are you alright? [A sympathetic intake of breath.] We need to get some ice on that. [Gone is every trace of whatever ruthless creature was there a moment ago. Soujirou looks concerned, gently grabbing hold of Fai's elbow as if to steady him.]
Alright, what's going on here? [Ah, the bouncer has been called in. And the good thing about being a very petite creature standing next to someone obviously hurt while surrounded by angry men is that people who haven't seen how this all started will draw their own conclusions - especially when everyone else around is still trying to figure out what just happened.]
Miss? Is your boyfriend alright?
My b-? Oh! Oh, he's fine, he just- he needs some fresh air. Right now. [Tugging gently at Fai's elbow here. Time to get out before getting in trouble.]
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It's also a very good thing that Soujirou handles the interaction with the bouncer. Fai takes a deep breath, trying to calm the stars swirling in his head, and only looks up when Soujirou tugs at his elbow. Up. Right. He can do that. The blond fumbles for the nearest chair, using that and Soujirou's help to get himself back on his feet, and nods. Air--and getting the hell away from the jerks who just attacked them--would be really nice right about now.]
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[As their very previous opponents all protest loudly at once - with varying degrees of coherence - and therefore make it very hard for the bouncer to understand them, Soujirou pauses only briefly by the bar. Reaching over, he tips over a glass full of ice that was probably meant to become a cocktail onto a bar towel, sloppily grabs the corners and twists. Then he insinuates himself under one of Fai's arms for support and starts steering them both towards the door.
He can feel the tightness in his chest now, know that he'd overexerted himself during the rush of adrenaline, and he probably needs the outside air more than Fai does now. But he does his best to draw in breaths as deeply as he can until the door swings shut behind them.]
Here. [He holds out the damp bundle of ice he's made to Fai, something to help him with the swelling, and then half collapses against the nearby wall and attempts to exercise pursed lip breathing.]
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It's only when he accepts the makeshift ice pack with a grateful (if slight) nod and the other man collapses that Fai realizes something is wrong and a sharp pang of worry spikes through him.]
Soujirou? What's wrong?!
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(Relax shoulders and back. Breathe in through the nose for a count of two. Inhale; one, two. Purse lips. Breathe out slowly for a count of four... one, two, three, four.
Repeat.)
Once there's enough air, he shades his head again.]
Excerted myself... too much. [He has to stop himself from gritting his teeth, and instead attempts a smile.] Just some... lung pr-
[And then the sharp, dry little cough starts, the endless kind that makes his face buzz and his head feel heavy. Fuck.]
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[Only just barely remembering to keep the ice against his own eye, Fai drops down to his knees next to Soujirou, barely-controlled panic in his expression.]
Do you need an ambulance? Hold on, I'll call--
[And with his free hand he's fishing his phone out to call 911]
wow, this is a novel... sorry ^^;
Soujirou manages to press out something like a no in between gasps, eyes widening in alarm. His hand reaches out and closes around Fai's hand holding the phone, pleadingly.]
I- It's nothing... I can-
[-no longer feel the cold wall against his back. He's sitting on the floor, with two men hovering nervously above him, but he's not looking at them. He's looking at the man in the door - tall, Japanese, handsome face sharp with worry - and he's waiting for him to speak.
"Souji! The blood... is it...?"
He hears himself make an excuse; it wasn't his blood, just an enemy's blood that ended up in his mouth... and he knows it for the lie it is. But he can't let the man know, he has to smile and pretend he's fine. He has to.
Then the man rushes across the floor, sweeps the other men aside, orders them to get tea and medicine. He pulls Soujirou - Souji - into his arms and holds him there, strangely tenderly for such a big man. He doesn't know how long it takes for the medicine to arrive, only that the man holds the cup to his lips as he drinks. It's bitter, but rather weak and lukewarm. The man remarks as much to whoever made the tea in damning tones, but then suddenly smiles and reaches out and ruffles the hair of a young boy, a boy who he know he's-
Soujorou blinks. The coughing has abated, at least.]
Maybe we should call... a cab instead? Please? Good grief, what was that? A romance novel?
never apologize for awesome tags <3
Are you sure? What... what happened? Are you hurt? Did one of them hit you?
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But if Fai keeps thinking that this has to do with the bar fight, he won't let it go, and he might call an ambulance anyway. Soujirou sighs, and then grimaces as he has to stop that sigh from turning into another coughing fit.]
They didn't hit me. It's pulmonary fibrosis. Caught early, good prognosis, but also incurable. [He shrugs, as if indifferent. Most people with the disease are far older than him, and many don't live longer than five years. He's had seven so far, and somehow doesn't seem to be dying yet despite how terrible he is at self-care.
He's had seven years to learn how to appear to not be bothered by his chronic disease. He smiles.]
So there's no point in calling an ambulance, right? I've got oxygen at home. And, mm... we should probably get out of here before anyone wants to ask us questions about the fight.
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Fai frowns at him for a long moment before slowly slipping the phone back into his pocket.]
If you say so... but I'll help you back home to make sure, okay? [At the reminder about the fight Fai turns his one-eyed gaze back toward the rest of the bar for a second or two before nodding in agreement.]
You're right. Come on, can I help you?
[He moves as if to slip an arm around Soujirou, but waits patiently for the go-ahead before doing so.]