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wizardmanor2024-04-05 02:42 am
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SHINJIRO
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[ Some of the tension does leave Jing Yuan at that, not even feeling bad for it, nor looking sheepish, wow. He may not initially seem like the type of person who is capable of being that adamant, but he certainly is. Now Shinjiro knows.
Cataloguing the injuries feels like second nature:
The bruise on Shinjiro's jaw could have been from a punch, the one near his hairline less determinable—maybe a fall or hit? The ones on his knuckles seem more simple—defensive wounds against his assailant. ]
That explains why the kitchen was a mess that needed clean up.
As for how others are able to have an appetite...consider it a method of coping as well. If people are able to act like it is every other day—in a way—then the fact something so dire can feel so far away.
[ Though Jing Yuan gives pause as if in thought, thinking. Maybe he could prepare a tea—with wounds like that, one is bound to have aches. Including headaches—he does keep seeing Shinjiro rub his head and the shaking. ]
It seems he truly did a number on you. I assume he attacked as soon as you encountered him...and incidentally, do you believe you'd be able to stomach some tea?
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The mention of the kitchen has him hanging his head...less so in shame, but more to hide the grimace from the memory. While it's a bit of a blur, he remembers for the most part...he doesn't even want to think how much blood he spilled in there, judging from Day's panicking. ]
If it ain't all fixed, I'll do it when I get a chance.
[ Which, probably will happen, because it's the kitchen. They kind of need that. Still, he'd like to at least fix the pans he probably dented by throwing them around in the dead of night. ]
You do you, I guess. Not somethin' I wanna pull off, but if they wanna dance around the bonfire, that's their business.
[ Coping, huh. The sigh he lets out is small, but he does get it. If he weren't so used to stuff like this, in a sense, he'd probably be worse off himself. Not to say his own coping methods are good, but...
The question catches him a bit off guard, before he squints at Jing Yuan in mild suspicion. Is he getting mother henned or something...? Still, he is painfully aware of how dry his mouth is now, to go with the steady ache his whole body is sporting. ]
...If you make it, I'll drink it. [ Not a straight answer, but honest enough. ] And no, he didn't bother trying to attack me off the bat. He was makin' curry...Or pretending to, I guess. Thought he was just a little off from that mission they just got back from, since they all looked like damn zombies.
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Still, he's keeping watch on the reaction he's getting from him about the kitchen. Whether the reason for it, he doubts it's a pleasant recollection, so Jing Yuan does not give any sort of judgment. ]
I had time to do something like a general clean-up, but given I have focused most of my efforts on the courtyard on the moment, it may need a more thorough sweep through. Unfortunately, I am only one person.
[ So there are probably still things lingering in damage he couldn't have feasibly gotten to. Like, for example...those poor pots and pans. ]
I'll assume you'll wait until you're feeling better for that regardless.
[ But, Jing Yuan does give a nod, with a brief, wry smile about the standing around a bonfire thing. That said, his expression evens out and he seems hardly bothered by the squinting. Yes, the other is mother-henned by just a tad, though he doesn't think much of it. He's just glad Shinjiro accepted the offer. ]
I'll quickly go ahead and make some, then. It shouldn't take too long. [ It's just tea! Jing Yuan supposes he could try to add in like, some healing properties to it, but it'd likely be very minimal...the herbs themselves ought to do most of the work, anyway. ] Then, it wasn't pre-meditated by that ghost. Though, I wouldn't have exactly counted out the possibility that being wasn't looking for a target.
...Either way, I'll be right back.
[ Jing Yuan will literally get up to leave for a moment because he doubts Shinjiro will be going anywhere else anytime soon and he is a man of his word. It also doesn't take very long for him to return with some chamomile tea. ]
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Right. I'll keep that in mind.
[ He does give a nod, however, in thanks. For the help. His head pulses at the motion, earning another faint grimace, but at least he's good at gritting his teeth and bearing it. ]
Pretty sure I couldn't right now even if I wanted to. Not worth dragging myself outta bed for.
[ If he didn't have the probable concussion, maybe. But Day had already had something to say about his head wound, and putzing around in the kitchen probably wouldn't make it any better. This time, he'll accept sitting down...whatever adrenaline he'd had earlier, to drag himself down to the courtyard admist the smell of woodsmoke and pained screams, has entirely dissipated in favor of bombarding him with exhaustion and a fullbody throb of pain. He can already hear Mitsuru's scolding voice somewhere in the back of his head. ]
...I ain't in a rush, old man. [ Literally; he has nowhere to be right now. ] And pretty sure it's the latter. It's like it wanted my guard down by pretending to be Kurusu.
[ And it had worked, as evidenced by his current state.
Either way, Jing Yuan gets up, and the moment he walks out the door, Shinjiro slowly lays back for a moment for the world to stop spinning. The bloodloss has made him tired, and without anybody to talk and keep him focused, the aches get a bit worse.
He'll still be laying down when the elder comes back, but he'll move his hand from his face to peer at him once he re-appears. If he comes close enough, Shinjiro'll take a faint sniff of the scent in the air, before moving to push himself up once again. ]
...'S that chamomile?
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He has no words to say in response to Shinjiro's other response thus far on his way out to the kitchen; instead, he keeps in mind the answer. At least when he returns he doesn't find him asleep so that he will have to wake him up or something. ]
It is.
[ Jing Yuan approaches to where the other male is lying down, bringing the tea closer to him. In normal circumstances, the temperature would be rather hot, but there was time taken to account for that as well. ]
...I've more or less added a bit of magic so that it should minimally help with at least some of what kind of pains that may be assailing you. Please, have a try, and do give me an honest evaluation. Not that I imagine you'd be capable of less.
[ Whenever the other should, he will certainly find the tea tastes as it should, and it will help in healing/easing away headaches at least, even if not all the aching. ]
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Either way, he'll get up properly, swinging his legs over the side of the bed to take the offered cup. It's mildly surprising it's not as hot as expected, but then again, this does seem like something the nosy old guy would do....more considerate than his trollish tendencies would let on. At least it's a good thing, this time.
He does pause with it partway to his lips at the explanation, peering down at the liquid in the cup before raising his eyes to squint at Jing Yuan himself. All these guys and their fancy healing tea, and everything else. ]
...You guys are gettin' the hang of this way too easy. [ Is it a grumble? Maybe someone's own healing attempts didn't turn out so hot...but it's not like that had ever been his forte to begin with. He'll stick to the bandages and first aid kits. ] But...thanks.
[ There's a sip, bigger than usual since it's not so hot, and there's a second after swallowing where Shinjiro blinks before taking another. It's no all-cure, but damn if it doesn't help the throbbing headache he's had. ]
It's good. [ He's honest, as expected. ] And it works, at least. My head ain't giving me total hell anymore.
[ And thank god for that. ]
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Anyway, jokes aside, even when the other certainly pauses at his explanation, he probably is sporting a little serene smile of some sort that widens a little. Or perhaps that happens because Shinjiro is squinting at him, but at least he doesn't laugh.
Instead, he only patiently awaits a response of some sort. ]
Haha, I'd like to see that is certainly true across all the board, though it is also true that there is quite a way to go still where I am concerned. [ But, Tthere is a pause at the expression of thanks. ] Either way...it truly is no problem at all.
[ Though, perhaps the even bigger indication that the other man actually truly benefits from it at all (and that it's working??) is not only the fact Shinjiro is able to take a bigger sip, but his further commentary. It isn't something he's done himself often so he wasn't certain of the result, so this makes the relief set relief to whatever tension might have been remaining. ]
Mm, good. This sort of method of using magic isn't exactly my forte. And I certainly could tell you were in quite a degree of pain. It would be quite a shame if it would effect your ability to sleep and recover, no?
[ His words sound somewhere near like a tease, but he is surprisingly serious here. ]