6/16: ion

[randori]

[ The moment votes were cast, Natsuo had left. He didn't want to hear the results. He didn't want to be a part of it at all. So he picked himself off and left— slow, staggering, blood seeping through the bandages around his stomach that dots a trail from the garden back inside the castle.

He probably wouldn't be able to get very far, but the path he takes is directly up the stairs to his room, and he can be intercepted at any point between the garden and there. ]

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[randori]

[ The dorms are so close... But he has to admit defeat for now, flopping down to the ground and flipping over onto his back. He stretches his arms up over his head, reaching out to touch the tips of his fingers to Ion's shoes. ]

Maybe you can drag me the rest of the way to my room.

[fragileprophet]

I'll try!

[Ion takes the suggestion very seriously, and leans the staff against the wall so he can carefully take hold of Natsuo's arms and pull.

He, uh, gets nowhere. Natsuo maybe slides, like, just slightly? And then Ion's huffing.]

I don't think...I'm strong enough. I'm sorry.

[randori]

[ He gets a weak stretch out of it, but not much in the way of moving, no. He appreciates the effort, though, considering how much Ion's apparently exerted in humoring him. ]

Nah, I'm just too heavy. Just sit with me a while, then, and I'll be good to go soon.

[ He feels fine already. But he'll wait until Ion's breathing steadies too. ]