INSTINCT BECKONS HIM DOWN THOSE STAIRS, tailing the stranger as he pursues the other. there is more beneath this than initially meets the eye, and if it’ll satisfy his curiosity, he doesn’t mind getting his hands a little dirty. he has no personal stake in the situation aside from nero, for that is where his interest ends, but he must be certain. he descends the stairs somewhat leisurely after the pair, quietly, gaze following his path ahead as though he treads thinning ice… and he may very well be. thus, he is not surprised to come upon a scene not unlike what he expects. it is not unusual by any means, and he is in no hurry to stop it, but he elects to act regardless, taking advantage of his unheeded presence.
there is little aid he is truly able to offer, given the muted condition of his abilities at present— however, a well-placed threat can speak volumes. as such, he raises his cane, the peaked tip waiting at the base of the man’s skull, worrying the soft and… easily breakable flesh beneath its touch. their dispute was none of his concern, but he needs answers first.
❝ i’m afraid i can’t let you do that. ❞ V reprimands the assailant coolly, a smirk tugging at his lips, ❝ i have questions for him, and that could be quite difficult should you decide to snap his neck. ❞
he finds people tend to talk more efficiently when alive and, at least for the most part, intact. and should the worst come to pass, there is always griffon, who awaits, dormant in the ink staining his flesh.
“Nobody wants to let me PLAY around here!” a high pitched voice whines from the large man. “I was gonna throw ‘im out the window! Hii-hii-hee! He wanted that anyways! Why not let him have it, you spoilsport!?”
Looking over his shoulder carefully, Yamazaki’s face wrinkles and twists with disdain. There’s only a weak groan from Zero as the grip on his hair tightens, his head injury aching underneath. He sets him aside on the wall like a mop.
Putting his hands up, expression going cold again. Voice lowering, deeper.
“Oh well. Thanks for reminding me, I wanted to ask questions too. So how about we give the little shit his medicine and put him in bed then, hah?”
The small whispers of ‘is everything alright?’ from the nurses and doctors that fell behind them. They’re giving them space for now, knowing how dangerous Zero’s been since he got here.
“Before they think something’s up.”
He grabs the glowing syringe from the corner, twirling it between his fingers. He’s never been too keen on selling drugs, and looking at whatever this was...his nose crinkles as he inspects it.
“Christ, what is this shit? You just shootin’ yourself up with glowstick fluid or something? I’m actually having second thoughts about condoning this.”
He hands it off to V with little care, fully expecting him to grab it, and (’Upsy-daisy, sleepin’ ugly!’) lifts Zero again over his shoulder. Already thinking of what kind of lie to string together for the lingering peeking from the main room’s door. It’s with sharp eyes that he looks at V, referring to him when he says;
“We can talk when he’s strapped to the bed.”
