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6/8: eichi
[ He promised nothing would happen. He wouldn't let anything happen. Please don't let anything have happened—- ]
EICHIIIIIIIIIIII!! EICHI!! EICHI EICHI EICHI!!!
[ screams his name up and down the castle trying to find him, leaping up the stairs two or three steps at a time, flinging open bedroom doors at random without a care for privacy, frantically searching everywhere he can for Eichi, one hand cupped at the side of his mouth as he shouts.
There's something else clenched in his other hand, a tight fist that he doesn't relax throughout the entire time. ]
EICHIIIIIIIIIIII!! EICHI!! EICHI EICHI EICHI!!!
[ screams his name up and down the castle trying to find him, leaping up the stairs two or three steps at a time, flinging open bedroom doors at random without a care for privacy, frantically searching everywhere he can for Eichi, one hand cupped at the side of his mouth as he shouts.
There's something else clenched in his other hand, a tight fist that he doesn't relax throughout the entire time. ]
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It was a middle school gang! Did you guys have one? My gang brothers and I would hang out at school every day and make sure nobody messes with our town!
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[So, no gang times for him.] Fufu, so you were some sort of protective gang?
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If anybody not in our gang messes with the people in our town— fighting on the streets or disturbing the peace or something, we go and beat 'em up!
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[He hums, though it turns into a harsh cough, and his free hand has to grab onto a wall even as they're walking.]
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[ WHY IS THERE NO MEDICINE HERE ]
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[He wants tea... Give him tea.]
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And Natsuo shrugs Eichi off so he can turn around and lift him into a princess carry- sorry, they'll get there faster this way and every second counts when somebody is actively dying. ]
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[He's clearly startled, clutching onto Natsuo for dear life. HE'S TOO CLOSE TO THE GROUND]
W-what are you doing?! Put me down! You'll drop me like this! You— [cough choke hack]
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I'm carrying you! I absolutely don't drop you, so just believe in me!
[ It seems like something he's used to— capable, too, in that his arms don't shake in the slightest, and he keeps his arms loose but close so that Eichi doesn't get shaken very much every time he takes a step. ]
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[He's embarrassed more than anything else. His pride? At least he's too busy coughing to fight much, and he gives in, relaxing, making it easier. It is comfortable, somehow.]
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[ It's not embarrassing at all. For Natsuo. ]
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Despite my delicate appearance, I am a man, you know, so I'd prefer not to be carried around like luggage. Especially when my legs dangle so close to the ground like this...
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[ Look at all the care and consideration he puts into carrying Eichi! He'll even go ahead and lift him up just a little higher so that his legs don't dangle so close to the ground?? why is that a concern for him ]
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[He's tall and Natsuo is short and this is hard to deal with, okay!! He also has complicated feelings about being carried in general. He likes it... but he doesn't?? His image...]
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But Natsuo quiets down obediently, holding Eichi a little closer and quickening his pace so they can both get it over with. ]
...It's a friend carry. I said that before, right? Let me carry you so I can ease your burdens, even just a little.
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[He grows quiet after that, even letting his eyes close to get rid of the nausea that's not coming from Natsuo's motions, but his own illness. He hates this weak body. Still, after a few moments, he speaks again.]
Natsuo-kun, when you first approached, was there something in your hand? I had tried to look by examining your fingernails, but I wasn't able to grab the right one. [He tried to PEEK]
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Ah- yeah, it was a needle. I put it in my pocket 'cause I didn't want it to poke you.
[ ... ]
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A... needle? Why a needle? Should that sort of thing be in your pocket, right now?
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[ Just hang on for two, three, five more paces and they finally make it to the kitchen and Natsuo lets him down by the counter. He cannot make tea or anything, so it's all Eichi now. ]
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Still, he looks expectantly at Natsuo.]
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He takes the needle out of his pocket and pokes the tip of it halfway through his sleeve, like he's threading it through but there's... no thread... There's no need for a thread because the needle pokes through Eichi's sleeve too and with his other hand, Natsuo bends the needle in half with his bare hands. Effectively, it's a staple. They're stapled together. ]
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He pauses from getting his tea stuff.]
What, exactly, are you doing? This makes it difficult to make tea, you know?
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[ Think of it as strength training, Eichi. ]
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[He likes his school uniform? Also, he doesn't need strength training. The needle will be what snaps, for sure... That's all he can think.]
I haven't left your side, so this isn't necessary. Where did you find something like this, anyway? It's dangerous.
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[ But he will take a little greater care to follow Eichi's movements so that the holes in their sleeves don't tug any larger than they already are. ]
It's from the tailor's room- It's what people use to sew and embroider and stuff! I've embroidered before, you know? So I know how to use it!
[ once in his life, and no he doesn't ]
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