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I...[Alright, let her focus for a minute and try to become less scaley.] Yeah, it'll heal on it's own.

[And if he looks, he can even watch the gashes up her side start to close! Have fun sleeping tonight, Itto.]

[Well, that's just seriously fucking unsettling looking. On the upside, she's now much lighter and thus can be much easier hauled to her feet, which is something that he can and will do happily.]

Now... are you going to be all right?

[Well, now she's going to press her face into his neck and lean pretty heavily on him.]

...I don't know.

[Which means he'll just have to hug her a little tighter and lean his head atop hers.]

You can stay here, then. We can worry about it tomorrow.

...Thank you.

[By hug do you mean 'death grip from which you shall never escape'? because that's happening. Up until she realizes she's ruining your shirt.]

Oh, um...the blood...

Yeah, it's a bit late to be worried about that.

[Since she's still got her head into his shoulder, he'll just lean in and... blow her bangs out of her face? Strangely playful, considering the situation.]

You're quite the mess yourself, Saori.

[HUFFING and standing up a little more to look at him.] I liked this shirt, too.

We can get the blood stains out of it, I imagine. I've seen you wear more revealing.

[He smiles down at her, in an attempt, it seems to be reassuring.]

Monster blood doesn't wash out.

[She manages a smile back, although it's still a little shaky.] I suppose we'll have to give it a proper funeral.

I suppose we will. But first, you'll need a shower and a change of clothes, if you're staying here.

[Poking her in the nose.]

I don't mind being covered in blood, my sheets on the other hand, may suffer enough abuse.

[LICKING HIS FINGER IN RETALIATION.]

So I guess the question is, do we get to go have an exciting conversation with Michio on the way to the laundry and shower?

[WELL THEN actually no he is strangely fine with this]

Sadly, he's out tonight, so you have to content yourself with only me. If there's anything worth salvaging, leave it out for me? I need to wash all of this before the blood sets in.

You're going to have to show me where the shower is, Yasuhiro, I've never been here before, remember?

[Which leaves us wondering how she even found it.]

Ah, true, then. It's through that door, on your right. You're welcome to find something in closet first.

[A beat.]

...Though, Come to think of it, how did you even know where I live?

...I, um. You left one of your shirts at my place...I can. Track by scent.

[This is somehow more awkward then showing up at your window bleeding.]

So you tracked me to my home by scent while you were hurt? ...Or at some point in time did you watch me sleep or something?

[Seriously. What is this conversation.]

...Can we have this conversation after I shower? Because I get the feeling this is going to just...spiral.

Like I said. First door on the right, feel free to steal something out of my closet. I'm going to try to scrub the blood out of these.

[RIGHT LET'S GO SHOWER THEN and leaves the...mostly-intact skirt and the shoes and finds somewhere to put the remains of her skirt and stockings.

This will in no way result with her ass-naked and staring in his closet.]

[To his own part, Itto's nerves are finally catching up so, rather than admire the beautiful and somewhat disturbing blood-covered view he's going to leave the room for the kitchen to, as he said before, wash the blood out of the clothes in the sink and try to process what the fuck just happened to him.]

[She warned you she was a overed, bro. She warned you. But now that she's stolen what'll work, she'll go and actually have that shower, which allows him some time to collect his thoughts.]

[There is definitely a nice, long moment around the same time that he has to pull his own shirt off to clean out the blood from it, that he just stares off into space and kind of laughs at what the fuck his life might just have become, but overall he isn't bad at holding together.]

[Well, by the time she's done with the shower and dressed in the stolen boxers and t-shirt and kind of...sitting on his bed and staring into space.]

[Right, then. He'll just come and sit down next to her. Compared to their usual stylish selves, her dressed like this and him in a pair of sweatpants is a humorous juxtaposition.

Of course, he doesn't say anything either, he just also stares into space, but he's beside her now.]

...[She leans on him a little bit, shoulder-to-shoulder.]

I...got you more dragged into this than I really meant to.