(open/closed) you were a wild thing

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Who ⬤ shou (tamamo) & you!
What ⬤ september/october catch-all.
When ⬤ various.
Where ⬤ also various.
Content Warnings ⬤ none yet, will update as needed. (shou being a blockhead.)

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[sweetsong]

[ he doesn't want to, but he does let go of shou's hand. not that he feels any more or less in danger, with the prospect of some group of thugs looking for revenge coming after them, but it does offer some kind of protection of sorts. ]

No. Not anymore.

[ it's the truth, as he crouches down and begins to opens a few cabinets and frowns when each one is empty. he'll just have to keep searching until he finds what he needs. ]

I'm in a much better place now. Anyway, this bar used to be called the Foxglove. It used to be pretty nice, but after I left to work with Mister Shylock? They couldn't maintain a profit, and I heard the owner was skimming money...

[ ah. finally, the last one--- he makes a happy noise of triumph before pulling what he finds out and triumphantly places it on the bar in front of them both. a small red box, with a little white cross on it. ]

... nice! There should be some antiseptic in here, just so your cuts won't get infected. You don't mind if I spray them real quick, do you?

[ approaching shou with a smile, he's back to showing off the combination of cute band aids and the solution he's found. that is until... a sound. voices? multiple?? robin grips the can tightly, suddenly going still and quiet. he doesn't know if it's the same group that finally did recover or not, but he freezes all the same. ]

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[ not anymore.

there is clarity in such a statement and shou briefly wonders if this place was once the source of robin's job troubles when he was first contracted to tamamo. it certainly seems so. once robin lets go, he reaches up to push the fabric of his hood off, letting it drape over his shoulders instead. it gives him a better vantage to look around with while he listens to his senior rummage around in search of something.

his footsteps sound briefly on the floor when he approaches the bar, reaching out with a gloved hand to swipe away some of the dust. robin's question causes him to glance over. ]

Yes, that's fi —

[ but the sudden presence of unwanted company makes the words halt in his throat. actually, this is not fine? he allows himself only a moment of surprise until his eyes sharpen, piercing through the cracks in the boarded up windows. in a flash his focus hones on robin. instantly, his steps turn silent as he approaches the other boy, seizing him by the shoulder and pulling him back behind the bar. pressing him down, shou kneels over him, sliding one dagger from its holster and tucking it against his arm. ]

Shh. [ he lifts his opposite index finger to his lips. ] Quiet.

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[ oh, he's not planning on making any noises. not making any sudden movements. that's why he's so easy to move, also taken by surprise. no resistance whatsoever from the young vampire who allows himself to get pulled behind the bar and immediately crouches down with shou's help, and his eyes go right to the dagger.

his mouth opens but nothing comes out. from fear, probably. that he doesn't want to put himself in a potentially dangerous situation but also, to not put shou in a similar one. after all--- he's hurt! it doesn't matter if he acknowledges it or not. he knows he's feeling it someway. no one is that invincible. ]

Ah...

[ a small noise as he covers up. how quickly will this pass? or how slowly? he can feel a few beads of sweat on his forehead for every second they stay quiet, and even as the grumbling and rumbling of voices begin to fade off into the distance there is a lightheadedness that begins to grow.

he should probably breathe. ]

... are they gone...?

[ whispered. just in case. he slowly stands up, eyes just above the edge of the counter, peeking. ]

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[ he should probably breathe.

shou does, quietly exhaling after a long moment of silence passes following the voices in the dark. his shoulders relax and he eases away from robin, lowering the dagger from where it'd been poised, definitely ready to strike. ]

I think so. I'm very sorry.

[ though his voice is low in the back of his throat, he's being completely sincere in his apology. ]

I should have noticed we were being followed.

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You don't need to apologize.

[ he's breathing again, shallow little noises that aren't quick to relax just quite yet. that once shou has pulled that dagger away, robin finally can go in for the 'kill'.

with a huff, he wraps his arms around shou. a quick hug and a peck on the cheek--- lips that touch briefly--- before he pulls back and finally lets out a sigh of relief, knowing that they should be uninterrupted from this point forward. hopefully. ]

Besides, I should be thanking you... that was really scary, you know?

[ but he does keep his arms loosely anchored around him. just in case. or something. ]

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[ closeness and warmth make him freeze up for half a second, not because of what the gestures are, but because robin is giving them to him. the faint pulse of adrenaline keeps him a little rigid in his arms, but the nature of it, the danger, changes. ]

I wouldn't have let them get far.

[ not that he thinks he needs to be thanked for that, but he figures robin won't want to hear it. ]

...watch your sleeves.

[ or they'll get bloody. ]

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[ there's another moment where he wants to lean in, steal another moment. show his appreciation. it's not like shou pushed back, showed disdain, anything else of that nature. taking away an inch that could turn into a mile. how else can someone be thankful without shoving a useless gift into their arms or float meaningless words into their ears?

no. a hug and kiss are the best thank you presents. ]

I know.

[ he's sure of it. no question, no doubt. ]

Mm, it's okay! It wouldn't be the first time I've gotten bloody. [ a moment, and then he shakes his head. ] Not like that.

[ it's time to spray and put those band aids on. sorry that they're a very particular brand, btw. ]

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[ breathing out through his nose, more heavily than normal, shou stows the knife again and keeps his arm out of the way while robin tends to the slash on his side. his gaze remains sharp but cast off somewhere else, unflinching even when hit with the antiseptic spray.

yes, he can use the Brand Adhesives. shou will allow it, it really brightens up his goth boy outfit. ]

Not like that... do you end up tending to people like this often?