How long had he been laying there? Soubi could only guess at the passing of time since he had no other means to confirm the minutes and hours. He had landed on his side at least rather than face-down when he'd forcefully rejected the metal implant that had controlled him so closely for the last year, a small favor he supposed. The Sentouki had
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Had a bit of an accident?
[[OOC: Don't worry. Seimei forbade him from attempting to finish Soubi - any Soubi, whether he can take them or not, and Nisei hasn't forgotten. But, but, but, so tempting anyway. If only because he hates him that blank's blood is pretty. *cough* We can make this as hands-on, or not, as you'd like. Just conversation is fine. Or if your Soubi is completely out of it, that's okay too.]]
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An accident? Not even close.
[Without even opening his eyes, the bloodied young man slowly pushed himself to sit upright. His other hand held something metallic with a few thin prongs coming from one end. That he threw across the room with a sound of disgust even while his expression was carefully neutral.]
((ooc: Soubi really does bleed pretty... just try not to do anything permanent when Nisei gets bored with chatting!))
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You want my real question? What the hell happened to you?
[Nisei's eyes don't budge when you throw that object, but his energy reaches out to get a sense for it.
Not talking will result in his having a - closer look at your injuries. Probably. Though the idea of touching you sort of disgusts him.]
[[OOC: Not a problem. We'll keep it light.]]
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He did, however, start picking flakes of blood out of his shirt. The implant was as fried as Soubi could manage since he didn't want to take any chances of growing it back.]
Why should I tell you? [Soubi countered with a confidence that covered the shakiness left by blood-loss.]
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