@seijishiketsu cont. from here
Not... dying? Seiji’s voice rang through, he was talking -- Inasa could feel himself near to tears after the shock he had given himself from watching the other fling like a ragdoll. Seeing him respond well -- For the most part anyways -- the gale wouldn’t hesitate to hoist him up just a bit more to hug him tightly, not just in a friendly gesture per the norm, but something incredibly protective.
“Oh -- Oh man!!! Hell -- I th-thought I hurt ya bad!! I thought I seriously hurt ya oh crap -- ”
He was babbling, voice too loud, panicked and obvious. With Seiji conscious, he shifted onto his knees, holding the other up bridal style once more as he made it up to his feet. Time to go inside right now. Rushing, he took his friend out of the cold, fumbling with the door knob as he entered and hip checked it shut with a slam.
His mother yelled from the next room about slamming doors, but Inasa ignored it, heading straight to his bedroom. Porkchop would tail after him, sniffing at Seiji’s hanging feet curiously, backing off only when the lavender haired boy was set on the bed. Shooing the dog out, Inasa left briefly before returning with a towel, before he would sit on the floor beside the bed, attempting to dry Seiji off while avoiding manhandling him too much more. The worry never left his face, nor his voice.
“H-Hey, does anythin’ hurt? You cold? I’m gonna get ya bundled up okay? Are ya gonna be okay, man?” He would set his chin to the edge of the bed, watching him with a pout and a cautious eye. If he somehow broke Seiji, he’d break himself ten times over.










