Koujaku

When Koujaku turned away so he was left looking at a man who wasn’t looking at him, a hand moved over to quickly swipe the hair up. Definitely not leaving it at that.

- - "Oi." His voice had a stern edge to it, as he smacked his hand away, a fierce growl escaping his mouth. "I said leave it at that!"

"What kind of personal reasons?" With how sick Koujaku was, and how weak he seemed, he could always try to force the hair away to see if he could view what was underneath…

- - "The kind I don't talk about." He retorted, getting a bit defensive over his face. He turned away from the other's gaze, an unimpressed expression covering the raven haired stylist's face. "Let's leave it at that."

"Why won’t you let me move your hair out of the way?" Trip asked, honestly confused and curious at the same time. It wasn’t normal and he didn’t want to have to set the rag down to soak the blue locks of hair.

- - "Because it's a personal reason." He responded, trying to keep away from the other a bit. He knew the yakuza had a habit of poking his nose where it doesn't belong, and the tattoo on his face was one thing he'd rather have hidden.

"I’m glad you decided to take the medicine." Trip says in a gentle tone as if praising Koujaku for giving in. "Don’t worry, I won’t move you anywhere." A hand moved to feel the other’s forehead and push hair away before wondering off and returning with a very cold rag folded up and placing it upon the forehead.

- - "Don't touch my hair," He moved it back immediately, sure not to let Trip see the tattoo hidden under the raven black locks. The sudden movement made him feel a tad faint, but that was the worst of it, really. He let the other place the rag, but he'd have to set it down over his hair- fine by Koujaku, as long as his secret stayed hidden.

"Didn’t I just get done telling you that I’m not to be trusted and for good reason?" Trip repeated his earlier statement. "Though I did not tamper with these pills. There would be no reason for me to. I took them from your bathroom on the top shelf and brought them right to you."

- - "If I wake up in an alley, I know the first person I'm going to." He responded, caving, and taking the pills like a good boy. He swallowed them, and laid back down, face still flushed and a headache beginning to form. Hopefully the medicine would take care of that.

- - "Who are you and what did you do with Trip?" He accused, only half serious about it. He knew this was probably a bad idea, but he obeyed. He hated taking orders from a yakuza, but the man was right. Trip would do better taking care of him than Beni could.

"Part of a soul has been restored for a temporary time." Trip jokes softly before heading to the bathroom to search the cabinets until he found what was needed, returning and popping two pills from the pack. "Take these, if they do not help, I will go out and get better but it’s worth a shot."

- - "I suppose I just have to trust you. Is that it?" His voice was laced with suspicion, eyes narrowing as he looked to the other. He wasn't even sure if he'd tampered with those or not. He wasn't about to trust a yakuza that obviously broke into his house. Especially not with things like medication, or consumption of anything in general.

"Because I’m not worth trust and for good cause." Trip responded to the first question before bright blue hues rolled. "Whether you like it or not, and what my reason for coming was, I’m going to make sure you get better. More so easier than your bird. Now lay. I’m going to find you some medicine."

- - "Who are you and what did you do with Trip?" He accused, only half serious about it. He knew this was probably a bad idea, but he obeyed. He hated taking orders from a yakuza, but the man was right. Trip would do better taking care of him than Beni could.

Trip moved closer to the bed, hands gripping the sick male’s shoulders before forcing him back down to the bed before stepping back. “The door was unlocked.” No it wasn’t, he picked it open. “You think you’d be more grateful to have some help that isn’t a stupid little ALLmate.” Trip huffs, crossing arms across his chest.

- - "Why don't I believe you?" He huffed, not overly fond of being forced into laying down. He looked to Trip, a frown on his face. "I don't even believe you're here to help me- and Beni isn't stupid." He got a bit defensive of his friend, but couldn't find the energy to get riled up. If he did, he'd just get dizzy.

Trip had stopped in merely to harass Koujaku, knowing just how much the hair dresser disliked him. Without knocking he entered the home and followed the groans to the bed room. Seeing the ill man in the bed, a sigh escaping.

"How long have you been sick for?" He inquired and headed to the kitchen to get a cup of cold water before returning and setting it on the bed side.