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[thiefshonor]

For fuck's sake...

Uh, I need some help. Now. Hajime, are you busy? I could... really use some help. I'm in the Kuma-ko.

Erol, if I find out you had somethin' to do with this, you better fuckin' prepare yourself, shithead.

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[psychoticracer]

Eh? With what now?

[For once his tone is not actually smarmy, he has no idea what she's talking about. But, he'd like to.]

[thiefshonor]

Did I not remind you enough?

[psychoticracer]

...

What, the girl?

Haven't touched her.

Why, she get herself into trouble?

[thiefshonor]

[Silence for a moment.

Click.]

[canttrustliars]

I'll be right there.

[And true to his word, Hajime shows up two minutes later. He even ran part of the way, Celeste sounded so urgent.]

Celeste?

[thiefshonor]

[Celeste stands up suddenly from her crouching position in a booth against the wall. The table's been pulled out and the sushi chef bears and huddled around, looking worried.]

Over here.

[shesagift]

[River is laying in the booth, thrashing weakly. Her eyes are getting glassy and her speech is slurring.]

Paxilon Hydroclorate. Air goes in. Calm goes out. In and out and in and out and....

[canttrustliars]

[Well, shit. No wonder Celeste sounded like she did.]

What the hell is Paxilon Hydroclorate?

[Hurrying over, he kneels down in front of River, doing a quick check of her vitals and checking for various other damage.]