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@getcheshired
*Ish Alive
In these dire times of no writers motivation do I have to scour the face of the internet for music to inspire and fuel me in my venture of replying. Donât worry guys Iâm alive - sorry for taking forever to reply to stuff ;; Iâm working on a few right now so it shouldnât take forever for too much longer- (( It really doesnât help that doom bots is out rn for League gosh darnnit- ))
Can You Please Put the 3DS Down for One Moment?
Mettatonâs face a red. His breathing shallow. Itâs one thing to forget your job..but to insult the star? Oh Lord pray for your soul.
Mettaton took some time to compose himself, plotting ways of punishing the gamer. A grin appeared on is face, but it didnât look so happy.
âOh, so you donât think Iâm popular? Well sweetie, how about we test how popular I am?â
Mettaton brushed aside Boris to go to his make-up station. Mettaton scanned his entire collection, trying to piece together Borisâ punishment.
âWell well well, looks like I have just the right shade of foundation for you dear Kitty.â Mettaton turned around and smiled at Boris, pure malice oozing out of Mettaton.
Mettaton swiftly moved Boris into the chair, but making sure not to hurt himâŠjust to spook him a little. The dancer quickly assembled his brushes, pallets, and various fake piercings.
âNow darling, this shouldnât take too long, after allâŠI did promise my fans a second encore.â Â
Boris only had to take one look at that grin to know that the other wasnât just mad but he was plotting something. He inspected the others posture more out of habit before giving a wavering smile.
â...You do realize part of that was a joke, right?â He was a cat jokester by nature, he didnât think itâd really go over like THAT with the super star. His eyes followed the man as he walked over to his make up station, fiddling around it for.. something. It didnât take long for Boris to realize exactly WHAT the other was looking for, swiftly being moved into the chair as the other held the pieces up for him to see looking into the mirror. The tone of voice really set the stage for the impending âmake over disasterâ awaiting him.
Curiosity killed the cat, as they say. He really should have kept sitting at the couch instead of letting the other drag him over here. âI think.. I think Iâm good, thanks a Metta-TON, though-â He tried to get up out of the chair then. Maybe he could escape make up persecution if he was quick.
Gum dropped
âAh⊠Iâm sorry, I wasnât looking where I was goingâŠâ he tried to slide out of this situation without having to confront them, looking down and starting to walk again. However, one of the guys reached out to his shoulder, grasping strongly at it and pulling him back. He could feel the fingers getting marked over his skin. That was the limit.
Fine. He didnât wanted to have to do this, not again, and not where someone might get a sight of the whole situation. But this was a desperate situation and he was no letting a bunch of mobs get a hand on him. Letting his school bag fall to the ground and turning his back on the man, he got the hand of the wan between his own and pulled forward. The elbow now resting over his shoulder, he threw a low kick back, making the other lose his balance. With the lever of the arm he was still holding, he crouched, the sudden combination of movements, making the man do a whole turn over his head and fall over his back.
It all happened in a second. The other five men could just hold their breath.
The first to realize what had happened moved forward, his fist trying to connect with the face of the blond, however is open mouth had already been targeted by Yaguchi. A strong kick coming from below to his chin making him close it over his tongue. Blood flowing around, the man fell face to the floor, cursing in a trembling tone.
All the eyes moved to the fallen guy. A couple moved back up to look at Yaguchi but it was already too late. One round kick to the side of his head and the man was thrown over another one. The fifth one didnât even knew what was happening when he was hit in the stomach and the sixth one decided it was better to fleet.
All men defeated, Yaguchi looked around for any possible reaction. No one moved. He moved back to where he had left his bag, putting it back on his shoulder. Now that he thought about it, the stray cat was around.
Did he happened to see everything? Turning up at the tops of the buildings around, Yaguchi searched for the unpleasant presence of the cat.
He WAS going to jump down there the moment something happened. He wasnât expecting the other to take the first step let alone flip a dude at all and after that it just escalated into a one man street brawl beating up a bunch of idiots. Once he realized that Yacchan wasnât in immediate danger he sat on the edge of the roof instead, swishing his feet back and forth. He had a smile of awe written on his face - Oh he wished he had popcorn; this was a riot. He noticed the stray man hesitating on the edge of the fight his buds were currently in and got ready, once again crouching on the edge of the roof. He ran a bit towards the otherside then just before the man started running and he nearly jumped off the edge as he started to slide down the wall. It was only when he was about halfway down did he jump off and kick the guy in the face before cheering, his hands up in the air before he twirled around. He stopped for a second, nudged the now unconscious guy with his foot to confirm that yes he did NOT just kill a guy before he twirled around again and kept cheering.
âMAN Iâve always wanted to do that!â He was giddy, the stupidest grin plastered over his face as he nearly danced over to Yacchan. âYou were awesome dude, seriously! I mean they were all stupid and a few were slightly drunk but that was still awesome! I didnât know you knew how to fight!â As far as Boris was concerned this just gave Yacchan more brownie points - after that display he was already looking forward to the excitement tomorrow.
Another Mun heads up
Eeeehhh I gotta finish writing an essay and preparing a speech today so if I do respond to anyone itâll be later tonight if I donât procrastinate too long. Iâm super bad at trying to stick to homework which is why Iâm giving a heads up just incase I donât have time to do anything orz;;
Castle of Mishaps
â | Felicia studied the package, racking her mind until she found the name it belonged to. âOh! Itâs someone thatâs staying here for the time being! Although itâs weird theyâre staying hereâŠitâs supposedly haunted at night and who knows wh-â. Ah, there she was again, running off her mouth.
âSorry! All right, if you could just follow me, Iâll lead you to their room!â Felicia motioned him to follow her, opening the doors to the large castle. âTry not to break anything okay? Everything here is rather pricelessâŠâ
He gave her this blank yet curious look, his eyes opened slightly more then normal to signify that. Hauntings? It piqued the curiosity in him definitely as the maid went over to open the doors. He stood in marvel for a bit before quickly following after her. Even though she said it was usually haunted at night he couldnât help but glance around - hey a sight was a sight right?
âI wonât touch anything, donât worry about that.â He didnât exactly come to ruin the place after all. This entire castle was a sight in itself and to know it had other little secrets in it? He got this big grin on his face as he looked around and even started walking backwards as he followed her - what kind of stories did this place tell?
Can You Please Put the 3DS Down for One Moment?
Starter for @getcheshired
Mettaton was coming off stage from a regular night of entertaining the customers of Club Rapture. He was exhausted. So exhausted that the stairs leading up to his little make-up room felt like actual death.
âThat is the last time I do a double encoreâ
Mettaton then remembered that a certain purple bouncer was supposed to help him go back to his dressing room after a long night.
Mettaton reached his dressing roomâŠand heardâŠ.video game sounds.
He kicked the door open.
âBORIS! IF YOU DONâT PUT THAT FUCKING 3DS DOWN, I WILL MAKE IT PART OF YOUR ANATOMY!â
The sound of the door slamming open would have freaked anyone out, especially when it went crashing into the wall with such force that the stuff that was hung on the wall started to shake. âHoly shit dude!â He put a hand to his heart, pausing the game right at the death screen as he hung his head over the couch and looked over at the star of the night. âNearly gave me a heart attack.. holy shit..â He was chuckling a little but he turned around more fully when he saw how disheveled the other was.
âWhoa geez, I didnât think you were that popular.â He mused, closing the 3DS briefly as he set it off to the side, fully turning around on the couch with his knees in the cushion and his arms over the back. âI was wondering why you took longer then normal - you actually have clingy fans?â He seemed mildly surprised but honestly, he should have been out there. There WERE other bouncers working here but some of them were pretty bad. Ok really bad. But getting through Shovel Knight was way more important (he couldnât hear ANYTHING out there) and he didnât think Mettaton had that big of a following to begin with. Oops? As long as the other was ok he didnât really care about it that much though.
Mun Stuff
Gonna try to crunch down on the reply list today - Iâm sorry to those whoâve been waiting far too long for some of these to get replied too. They wonât be done in any particular order at first cause Iâm trying to get my mental ball rolling but once my minds up to it the older ones should be done first before the newer ones. Until then itâs whatever is easier to write. ALSO! Iâm not sure if Iâve said this in an written OOC post before but I work on weekends and I tend not to respond then, so if you donât get a response then thatâs why.
Event: Crash Course
Yaguchiâs eyes closed forcefully as the sling tightened up over his broken arm. He knew it was to keep it stable, but he couldnât help but glare at the cat for the rough handling on his obviously hurt limb. There was also the even weirder nickname, which he would have complained about if he wasnât too busy clenching his teeth and containing the tears of pain at the broken limb. They just kept glaring at each other for a second that felt way longer, yet the trembling of the building wasnât giving them any time to spare; it felt like it could and would crumble right on top of them if they gave it the chance.
The tremor taking the balance away from him, he was strongly held from his free arm before he could say anything, the cat pulling him with a strength that seemed unlikely for someone with a broken rib and sprinting all the way out, through rubbish and falling pieces lights.
âHey, STOP, youâre gonna fuck your ribs even more!â he tried to yell, his voice getting muffled by the growing roar of the building and of the earth below them. His feet finding some support on the ground and moving him forward, his head suddenly got to the realization of what he had said: it wasnât normal anger or even worry about the current situation they were at, it was just concern for the wounds of the other.
Something must be bad with my head.
Once the ash sky received them on the outside of the building, his hand was released, the cat falling to his knees while showing extreme signs of pain, his breath getting even more shallow and his hands twitching.
âYou idiot! I told you itâd make everything worst!â he rushed to the side of the other, trying to hold him up, just to see him slipping down as there wasnât too much he could do with just one arm. âDonât you dare lose consciousness on me!â Boris gave just one glance towards him before finally falling to the groundâŠ
His scream had nothing to do but disappear like one more of many panicked voices around him, he observed with absolute impotence the figure just lying on the ground before him.
âHelp! Is there anyone here? Thereâs a wounded personâ his chest was aching⊠He felt his throat getting sore and bitter, like when you want to cry⊠it was probably the smoke and the ashes⊠the dust from the crumbled buildings. Nothing more⊠He felt his sight getting blurry. It was all the fault of the goddamn smokeâŠ
âPLEASE, ANYONEâ He felt the words getting stuck in the back of his mouth⊠he would somehow get the cat on his back and take him to the closest hospital if he didnât feared the movement would worsen the already terrible situationâŠ
His head was already starting to hurt when his golden eyes, desperately turning around in search of anything to help him, managed to find the silhouette of the rescue team walking by âHEY, HEY THERE! HELP!â He rose to his feet and rushed to them, almost forcing them to go to the side of Boris and take him on the stretcher.
His broken arm finally returning to his attention by the words of the paramedics that took care of Boris, he accepted their advice and rode on the ambulance besides Boris. Golden eyes falling inevitably on the closed eyes of the catâŠ
âYou goddamn trash catâŠâ he whispered, the fingers of his unhurt arm closing strongly over his knee âIf you die on me Iâll go after you and kill you again myselfâ
What happened next was something Boris would never remember. Unconscious and clearly having a hard time breathing, the paramedics set up a respirator and started working to figure out what was wrong. They asked questions to Yaguchi, garnering as much information as they could before they made it to the hospital. Almost immediately Boris was carted off and worked on while a room was prepared for not only him but Yaguchi too. They had to make sure he was ok, and it would probably be better for Boris to wake up near someone familiar.
The hospital was absolutely littered with the injured and the dying, it was almost like the aftermath of a war but with civilians and children. Those with minor wounds such as broken limbs and potentially lost family members littered the halls and crowded the waiting room. It was nearly impossible not to find any speck of dirt or blood on the floor - with so many people even the janitors were having a hard time keeping up with their job. With Boris stabilized he was able to wait for a proper surgical room and it was well into the night before one was available to the runner ups in the lottery of injuries. Rolled in and put on the tap the surgeon had to repair the broken ribs Boris had broken due to his own stupidity. With a cut into him the surgeon began his work, aligning the ribs and smearing an adhesive onto them for better reattachment... And after a few hours he was let go, bandaged and under with drugs for the rest of what remained of the night. He was given another dosage in the early morning to help alleviate the pain, but it wouldnât be until later that night that he would actually wake up again.
His eyes fluttered open and he jolted upright before his body had the time to respond to where he was. Almost immediately he regretted it - a gasp followed by a groan as he straightened himself out to alleviate the pain. The cool movement of something by his arm caught his eye and thatâs when the rest of his body seemed to catch up with him - the drowsy feeling of the drugs kicking in more fully as he tried to keep his eyes open - he could barely think. He rubbed his head, a hand instinctively going to his chest and he was more busy trying to think through the haze that he barely even realized he had respirator mask on his face let alone someone else staying in the room with him.
(240): Banned from zoo.
(301): Again?
Youâre amazing {Boris & Toyone}
He had climbed it! Of course, she had seen it happen with her very own two eyes, but hearing him admit it made her almost squeal. Something to let her know she hadnât just imagined the amazing occurrence; that it was all real and it was happening, and it was amazing. She felt her heartbeat raising a bit in sheer excitement âmaybe some nervousness too- and looked down at the older male.
âSince you were that little?â Her mouth and eyes widened in surprise, a little bit of happy sparkles all over the place as she imagined a little boy climbing towers and walls. Wasnât that like the movies she always saw? Then, her eyes followed his thumb up at the tower âAt night? I bet it must have the most delectable sight of the cityâ she admitted closing her eyes as to picture the image he had just suggested.
She just opened them again when he talked again, wine deep eyes narrowing in a cat-like smile âWhy not? Itâs such a beautiful clock tower! I would like to see it every day! If I could climb like you, I would probably go up there all the time as wellâ she giggled a bit. Maybe she sounded too much like a country-girl? âI just moved here some days agoâ she explained, pressing the tips of her fingers together playfully âIâm Toyone, itâs a pleasure to meet you Boris-sanâ
He gave nods and (almost) sheepish smiles to the girls reaction. He... well, honestly he wasnât expecting someone to be this in awe of him from something he did everyday, or this honest about it either. He was.. well.. flattered, and his usual persona was being mulled over by how excited she seemed to be over it. Still sort of stuck in a dazed state, he gave a smile. âNice to meet ya, Toyo~â Heck, she must have gone out of her way to see him at all - that was something he actually felt glad about. No one really did that accept when they went to- Well, maybe he had a use for those extra tickets after all.
He put on the biggest grin he could think of as he made a grand sweeping gesture with his one arm. He ignored the fact that his cat ears almost fell off - heâd have to get them readjusted before the show tonight. âOne as entertained by that spectacle might like something more...âand swiftly with his other hand he swiped one of the tickets out of his back pocket and presented it to her with a flourish. âPrepared?â In his hand was a golden ticket, rimmed with brown and red and decorated with classic designs of an elephant and a Ringmaster, posing for a finale of a grand show. The words printed on the shiny over-sized ticket were âAdmit Oneâ along with the official name and title of the Circus. âIâm a performer at the Circus currently in town - they come in rather frequently over the year.. heh~â He gave another huge grin - he loved talking about his favorite job. âBoss man always gives me extra tickets to hand out to anyone I might know, but usually no one wants to go so...â He waved the ticket. âYou interested? Thereâs a show tonight outside the city around 6:30 if youâre free.â
Cat Magnets
  Attention quickly shifting from the stranger to the cats that had drew closer, Ichimatsu reached out to carefully pet one of the strays, the corner of his mouth twitching upwards into a barely noticeable smile of contentment as it purred in response. Another had taken to using his lap as itâs own personal seat, strands of black and white fur clinging to the fabric of his hoodie as they were shed â not that the sextuplet seemed to mind, of course.
  âAnnoying?â He repeated, mulling it over. At first the idea of being surrounded by the felines seemed ideal, but the more he thought about it, the less appealing it was. The only thing stronger than his love for cats, was his hate for being stuck in the spotlight. Even with just the few of them surrounding the duo, Ichimatsu already felt as though people passing were throwing odd glances their way, like theyâd just cat-burgled the local pet store.Â
  â⊠Mhm.âÂ
  A hum of confirmation and a slight nod of his head when questioned about the catâs status. It had been found during one of his trips to leave out a bit of food for the city strays; something which he realized he had yet to do. Hand dipping in his pocket and into the plastic bag of dried sardines he kept there for such occasions, a careful handful of the treats were withdrawn.
  âDo you⊠want to feed them too?â
âWow, you carry cat snacks with you all the time?â That was dedication he could get behind. They werenât just standard cat treats either they were actual fish - dried but still fishy. Heâd thought about carrying treats around before, but... Honestly all he had to do was exist to get cats near him - the last thing he wanted to do was find more fuel for their catnip like parades. Heâd never be able to get rid of them. He hummed a bit, tilting his head to the side. âYeah, sure.â Why not? Itâs not like he had anything better to do and although he wasnât entertained or anything he didnât mind some of the down time. Rest was important and itâd give him the energy to get back home, whenever he decided to go that is.
Gum dropped
His main worry, that the annoying redhead would say or do something to put in evidence his real personality, seemed unnecessary when the male disappeared from his side. He probably had âgotten boredâ like he had suggested before. Whatever was the reason, Yaguchi felt nothing but grateful about it. One less thing to worry about.
A quick glance around showed him that the cat was enjoying himself in the top of the buildings, in what for him, was quite reckless. Well, for each their own. It wasnât his problem if the other just fell and broke something. He even thought âmaybe being a bit too positive- that he had managed to get rid of the feline for good, considering he was so far away. He might get distracted and everything, maybe go do something else.
However it didnât took him long to realize, the other was still trailing him. He never went too far away, and seemed to be observing him. A deep conflicted sight escaped his mouth and he tried to consider his options. At this rate, the other would end up following him all the way home. Was it really what he wanted from this? Of course not. Fuck that.
Yet he didnât knew how to get rid of him. He hardly even understood what was going through that feline head of his and behind his stupid grin. For a second he even shuddered in fear as he thought he might never be able to completely brush him off his life.
Anger wailing up under his cute exterior, Yaguchi finally reached West District. The shadow of the other continued to trail him however and he was really close to just shout him off, when a group of five, no, six men, surrounded him in his distraction. Still a bit on his own thoughts, he reacted almost by instinct with his current sweet facade.
âEhh, w-whatâs going on?â he asked, finally tearing his eyes down from the building to the group of men around him. They had no good intentions, and his first response have only worsened the situation. They thought he was an easy prey now. It was all the fault of that stupid cat for distracting him.
Roof hopping was really all he needed to keep himself entertained, even if he started adding other little hops and unneeded risk to some of the maneuvers he was performing - just to expand his limits. Heâd noticed for awhile the other had been angrily glaring at him up from the street and it just made him give this cheeky grin that wouldnât go away. Man he was getting a kick out of his new found curiosity.
He didnât stop to glance downwards until he heard Yuckyâs voice. His gaze peered over the top of the building he was on and he spotted the thugs surrounding the other. Well, that wasnât good. It took him a moment of briefly glancing around before he noticed they were in West Side too - of course thereâd be a higher crime rate in this part of the district with all the drunks and party goers he was used to finding around here. He just didnât expect the other to well.. live near here. Grant it he had gotten too carried away jumping around but he paid it no mind. Slowly he crouched, a leg poised near the edge of the roof as he watched. If the thugs tried anything.. well.. Heâd be here to offer some assistance in case things went too far south - he just wasnât sure if drop kicking someone from this height would kill them or not (he might not have cared about broken bones for those men but he didnât feel like becoming a murderer today).
Boris has his priorities in the right place
Event: Crash Course
What was he thinking? Thatâs what he would like to ask himself. Maybe keeping that act of being all friendly and helpful all the time was starting to stick with him. Maybe he was turning all sweet and kind for real, and not just for show. That or maybe he was just more of an idiot than expected. After all, only an idiot would sacrifice an arm for a stupid cat.
However, now that it had been done and his arm was positively fractured âand in incredible pain- there was nothing that complaining or regretting could do for it. And so he just coerced the other to move forward. The wall having mostly crumbled, he might be able to escape being crushed to death if he could take a jump forward. The problem would be the timing between taking the arm of the wall and jumping forward. And he certainly wished he wouldnât end up receiving the weight that had broken his arm in any other part of his body.
He didnât had to think too much about it though, as the redhead, now out of danger, gave him some sort of signal before leaning against the wall as to keep it in place. Yaguchi frowned, what was Boris attempting with that? Getting even more hurt?
What do you think youâre doing, you stupid, wounded cat.
However he didnât had much time to think about it, much less to actually voice the question. He just took the chance and made a dive forward. The wall finally fell, a horrifying sound of heavy bricks hitting the floor as it finally crumbled into pieces. Yaguchi shivered and swallowed hard, turning around with trembling eyes to the place he had been standing at until a moment ago.
Little he noticed of Boris approach until the fabric touched his arm and the pain made him jolt. âThe heck are you doing?â he yelled, golden eyes switching immediately to the redhead. It took him just a second to notice the emergency sling being made, and then another second to realize it had been made with a shirt⊠and that Boris was now half naked.
âWhy⊠do I have to watch you strip?â he questioned with a heavy sigh and a blank stare, the stare of someone that is questioning his life choices. He was straight up, ready to go back to his room and embrace death now. âI canât⊠why?â In fact, the first thing he did when finally standing up was giving a step in the opposite direction, before stopping and sighing.
As bothering as it was, Boris turning this dramatic moment into the most shoujo-like scene ever imagined, shouldnât be enough reason to give up in life altogether. âFine, fineâŠjust move your ass outta here⊠before I punch you in the faceâ
He didnât fail to note what the other was saying, not in the slightest. âYouâre going to pull that card in a situation like this? Really?â He could give two shits less about using his shirt as a sling, and the other was seriously going to suggest that? With a building on the verge of collapse all around them? â âWhyâ,â He spoke, tying the sling a bit more tightly then, â Is making sure your arm is stable enough so you donât worsen it Mr. Yuckitan. We need to..â He took a stuttered breath then, seeing the other take a step backwards and his brow rose, the corners of his lips curling in opposite directions as he watched him. â..Thatâs what Iâve been trying to-â The building gave one more shuttering shake, the sound ominous enough to give him pause but it wasnât a long one. He grabbed the others uninjured arm, yanking him backwards forcefully - they didnât have time for this. He sprinted out of the building as he dragged the other along and they both managed to get out of the building - just in time too - as it shook and shuttered and started to collapse. Itâd definitely had been a few feet, at most fifteen - but despite that Borisâs breathing was stuttering and he let go of the others hand in favor of placing it on his chest. That same hand twitched, as if he wanted to claw at the skin but he forced it to relax. His other hand rested soon after nearby and he dropped to his knees. The pain was sending ripples through out his body - it needed the oxygen - and with the jolt from him running out of the building it wasnât going to stop anytime soon. His body was fighting with his mind about how much air he could intake at a time and the pain made him shudder - he could see spots out of the corner of his vision. Not good, not good, donât pass out .. donât.... pass....... He thought to himself, his vision getting ever darker and he only had a split second to glance over at the other before his eyes fluttered and he lost it - falling over and onto the dirt.
(925): donât blame me for your drunken lack of judgement
(510): big words⊠still drunk. dont care. your fault.
Event: Crash Course
He didnât even had time to notice the tension on the other or worry about the possible pain he might be feeling. The situation had gone from bad to worse in the span of a few seconds and now he needed to think fast. They had the option of running,it might give them just enough time.However, he doubted the cat on his arm would be able to make such a long run without getting severely hurt. A false step and he might get a punctured lung and from there it would just get worse.
âMove up cat-brain!â he hissed as he noticed the other wasnât moving at all. Holding him strongly, he moved forward with senseless determination. He would get him out of there. He would.
However, sheer determination wouldnât get him out of there, and before they were out of danger, the wall finished crumbling over them. If he didnât had Boris in his arm he could probably sprint forward and escape, yet that idea didnât even crossed his mind. Instead of that, he lifted his arm to stop it; a stupid, irrational option.
A strong cracking sound coming from it made his head go blank and a strong scream leave his mouth. Sheer pain. Bending a little bit in pain, he tried to control his breath, the wall crushing him down merciless.
âKeep move forward stupid cat!â He growled anxious, releasing his waist as to leave him move forward on his own. He might have to make a jump forward himself after the redhead was out of danger, since he didnât trusted in walking and holding the wall at the same time.
He could feel the hold the other had on him tighten and his eyes darted over to the other, watching what he was doing and his eyes widened.
âWait, what are you-â
Youâd have to be deaf to not have heard that crack. The scream resounding only reasserted what he had just heard and he would have moved had he not been dumbfounded by what the other had just done. Surprise quite quickly melted into angered concern and he nearly shouted at the other as Yacchan was bending down to keep the weight of the wall off of them. âThe HELL were you thinking?? We - you should have just ran!â He gave an irritated grunt and moved to help the other with the wall as soon as he could stand up on his own again. He paused when the other spoke, an arm wrapping around his chest and as much as he hated to think about it he might not have been able to put any physical strain into this. But he was damn sure doing something. He glanced briefly around the wreckage and the wall the other was doing his damndest to keep up for him to run out of. To his relief he noted only a smaller portion of the wall had remained intact for the other to have to hold up - the rest of it crumpled in pieces around them. Taking stock of his options he ran to the other end closest to the exit, looking over at the other before giving a nod and a hard shove into the wall. He was trying to put enough extra force into the damn thing for the other to get out without losing another limb.
His ribs protested but he only had enough confidence in his own injury to give this much and, thankfully, the other was able to make it out alive.
Despite the arm around his ribs and his breathing catching himself he still managed to be upset. The creasing around his eyes was as much pained as it was angered and despite the pain he quickly threw his shirt off, walking over to the other and making the quickest sling heâs ever made in his life. When you were a Carnie you knew how to splint a limb but they had no time to do more other then craft a makeshift sling. It was now clear there were definitely some developing bruises underneath the shirt he had just been wearing, âWe...âHe took a breath then, unsteady as it was and glared straight into the others eyes. âNeed to move. Now.â
