[if his voice was once nasally, it is even more now. he looks up, to see what in the hell caused his current affliction, and is beyond surprised to find]
Mi-Mikoshib'!?
[blood cupped on his hand trails all down the front of his shirt]
[It seems Mikoshiba was just as affected, if not moreso. From what he can tell, Makoto rode his bike straight into the door at the very same time Momo was opening it. For whatever reason, he initially throws his hands up into the air as if he were being put under arrest.]
Wha, wha, Makoto-senpai!
[What should?? He do?? His rival can't bleed out on some random doorstep. In a stroke of brilliance, he reaches into a pocket to retrieve the Landlord's letter, which he tears horizontally into two pieces.]
Mako-senpai! Move your hands!
[While crumpling those papers into proper nose-bleedy-stoppers.]
[and suddenly, something that should not be nose-bleedy-stoppers because of the hard material is being shoved straight up his nose. makoto thinks he's going to cry and lose his nose forever.]
[there's a painful yelp, and makoto's stepping back to try and get away from this ottery threat]
That -- hurts!
[flaps his hands about, trying to smack momotarou's away. he needs space, and to remove these infernal stakes up his nostrils, but is too afraid to try that without looking because it hurts like a mothertrucker]
Ge- Get some ice!
[he's going to go inside and to the bathroom in the hallway... gosh.....]
[HE'S A VERY SMALL OTTER, so after the second wave of attack and that resulting step in reverse, Makoto's more or less positioned himself out of harm's way. He's not very tenacious about keeping objects crammed up the poor dude's nose.]
Don't hit me-- okay?!
[Accepting orders rather than being sarcastic and whatnot...you know. That's right, he's going to go fetch some ice in this random strangers apartment, bring it to him and make sure his face is ok before fretting about his circumstances. Priorities.
He departs then, and it's very very Good that there's literally only one place ice could be kept. A few cubes wrapped in paper towels, and he's making an appearance in the bathroom. No homo.]
Got it! The ice...
[Which he offers as proof. Hopefully Makoto isn't unconscious from PAIN at that point.]
[it is a difficult life. the sink has droplets of blood swirling to pale pink when they come into contact with the weak stream of water makoto has running to try and clean up his face. they're throwing this hand towel to the trash afterwards.]
[and though his expression isn't very enthusiastic, he manages a small smile as he takes the ice pack.]
Thanks.
[uhm]
--d'you move in 'ere?
[looking for the painkillers stored in the mirror cabinet]
[Good Christ, Momo knocked the FUCK out of Makoto. The surprise is palpable, he's not even sure what to do with himself besides wait on standby just in case. Maybe he should call 911 -- or whatever they do in Japan, not that this is Japan anymore or anything. Not that Momo knows what the fuck's up ever.]
Uh..I guess. I woke up outside, but I don't live here!
[WTF IS THAT CONTRADICTION, CONFLICTING INFO IN THE SAME BREATH. He's talking like he should be the concussed one.]
[painkillers in hand, he keeps the towel close to his nose and the icepack goes carefully onto the injured area. he winces, and takes a few steps out of the bathroom.]
If you check y'ere phone it probably says somethin' like it. Rin's 'ere too.
[Momo's been ABANDONED on standby. Way to be a strong independent Japanese man, Makoto. Still, his hands are at the ready, hoverhanding at nothing in particular.]
What's it feel like?
[Because he's never had a door slammed into his face, bull fucking shit.]
I can't understand your accent, maybe you should take a nap! I'll watch you, in case you stop breathing.
[All of Makoto's suggestions are weird. The kitchen is for eating -- for Thanksgiving, stuff like that. But okay, he gives a slow nod and uh...
Slinks an arm around his waist real suave-like, except not. He's not sure how to be helpful right now.] 'Kay..! [If he'd broken an arm or leg this would be a lot easier. He cold go grab some ice, but this is still..not...even his house. It's awkward from every angle.]
Let's go to the kitchen!
[He's not even excited. This is like...when a kid hurts themself and you try to be cheery to change the mood, yeah.]
[in the kitchen they are, and makoto does momotarou the favour of getting some ice from the freezer and sticking it in a bag. this he proceeds to put carefully over his nose, taking a seat at the counter.]
[What an independent guy. At least Momo'll know how to take care of him next time this happens. For now, he'll stand in the doorway like a teenage boy-sized fire hazard.]
Right! Of course I have a phone -- everyone has a phone nowadays.
[Is his nose gonna be okay? Now's a weird time to be talking about phones.]
[Why is he even excited/impressed? He has no reason to be. It's not like his cover is RACECAR FLAMES.]
You're saying you got that just for being here? [Like when you get invited to test out something like a guinea pig and you get complimentary shit -- like mints or a giftcard. He's never heard of anything as elaborate as a phone before.
[--to eventually retrieve a phone that doesn't feel very much like his own, or look very much like his own, but is somewhat plainer in comparison to Makoto's.]
Yeah! That's the one. Rin's number's in there already.
[he only ever experienced the force of nature that was momotarou mikoshiba in the pool, he never expected him to be nutter (squirrel talk) while on land, too.]
[He's busy opening every icon and inspecting these unfuckingfamiliar names. Why does Makoto want him to die so badly anyway? Calling Rin right now would be disastrous.]
-- Hold on! Isn't there some kinda trap coming up? If I call Rin-senpai, I bet I'll only be able to talk for a few seconds before someone bills me, then I'll have to wash dishes for the rest of my life!
[He shifts the phone in his grip, using it as an indicator...pointing it squarely at Makoto's face.]
You're in debt! Don't worry, we'll sneak out of here at night. I know how to read moss.
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Mi-Mikoshib'!?
[blood cupped on his hand trails all down the front of his shirt]
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[It seems Mikoshiba was just as affected, if not moreso. From what he can tell, Makoto rode his bike straight into the door at the very same time Momo was opening it. For whatever reason, he initially throws his hands up into the air as if he were being put under arrest.]
Wha, wha, Makoto-senpai!
[What should?? He do?? His rival can't bleed out on some random doorstep. In a stroke of brilliance, he reaches into a pocket to retrieve the Landlord's letter, which he tears horizontally into two pieces.]
Mako-senpai! Move your hands!
[While crumpling those papers into proper nose-bleedy-stoppers.]
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[there's a painful yelp, and makoto's stepping back to try and get away from this ottery threat]
That -- hurts!
[flaps his hands about, trying to smack momotarou's away. he needs space, and to remove these infernal stakes up his nostrils, but is too afraid to try that without looking because it hurts like a mothertrucker]
Ge- Get some ice!
[he's going to go inside and to the bathroom in the hallway... gosh.....]
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Don't hit me-- okay?!
[Accepting orders rather than being sarcastic and whatnot...you know. That's right, he's going to go fetch some ice in this random strangers apartment, bring it to him and make sure his face is ok before fretting about his circumstances. Priorities.
He departs then, and it's very very Good that there's literally only one place ice could be kept. A few cubes wrapped in paper towels, and he's making an appearance in the bathroom. No homo.]
Got it! The ice...
[Which he offers as proof. Hopefully Makoto isn't unconscious from PAIN at that point.]
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[and though his expression isn't very enthusiastic, he manages a small smile as he takes the ice pack.]
Thanks.
[uhm]
--d'you move in 'ere?
[looking for the painkillers stored in the mirror cabinet]
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Uh..I guess. I woke up outside, but I don't live here!
[WTF IS THAT CONTRADICTION, CONFLICTING INFO IN THE SAME BREATH. He's talking like he should be the concussed one.]
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...you probably live 'ere.
[painkillers in hand, he keeps the towel close to his nose and the icepack goes carefully onto the injured area. he winces, and takes a few steps out of the bathroom.]
If you check y'ere phone it probably says somethin' like it. Rin's 'ere too.
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What's it feel like?
[Because he's never had a door slammed into his face, bull fucking shit.]
I can't understand your accent, maybe you should take a nap! I'll watch you, in case you stop breathing.
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I'm [super inflects his syllables here] go-nna ma-ssa-ge [well] Rin. That you [points] are 'ere.
[it hurts like a bitch, momo-kun]
Okay?
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[That's a weird whim to have, wanting to massage Rin while nursing a newly-broken nose. Iwatobi's weird.]
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[is very close to giving up]
I meant...
[but shakes his head]
Nevermind. Kitchen? [he gestures vaguely towards there, rubbing at the side of his head because on top of his broken nose he has a tension headache]
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Slinks an arm around his waist real suave-like, except not. He's not sure how to be helpful right now.] 'Kay..! [If he'd broken an arm or leg this would be a lot easier. He cold go grab some ice, but this is still..not...even his house. It's awkward from every angle.]
Let's go to the kitchen!
[He's not even excited. This is like...when a kid hurts themself and you try to be cheery to change the mood, yeah.]
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--you just arrived, right? Y'got the phone?
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Right! Of course I have a phone -- everyone has a phone nowadays.
[Is his nose gonna be okay? Now's a weird time to be talking about phones.]
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[he procures his own; he has a (predictable) green cover on it, but it's unlike the stuff that's popular in japan and the ones they would all have.]
It's a new one from th'landlord.
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[Why is he even excited/impressed? He has no reason to be. It's not like his cover is RACECAR FLAMES.]
You're saying you got that just for being here? [Like when you get invited to test out something like a guinea pig and you get complimentary shit -- like mints or a giftcard. He's never heard of anything as elaborate as a phone before.
Excuse him while he quickly checks his pockets--]
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FOUND IT!!
[He operates much like a squirrel.]
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Yeah! That's the one. Rin's number's in there already.
[he only ever experienced the force of nature that was momotarou mikoshiba in the pool, he never expected him to be nutter (squirrel talk) while on land, too.]
Y'could say hello.
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-- Hold on! Isn't there some kinda trap coming up? If I call Rin-senpai, I bet I'll only be able to talk for a few seconds before someone bills me, then I'll have to wash dishes for the rest of my life!
[He shifts the phone in his grip, using it as an indicator...pointing it squarely at Makoto's face.]
You're in debt! Don't worry, we'll sneak out of here at night. I know how to read moss.
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[then back at momotarou]
[not quite being able to control the expression on his face as the other teen talks, making a show about prison breaking out of here and all that.]
I...
[am at a loss]
...'m going to lie down, for a bit.
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[Come and watch Makoto's lifeless body of course, to ensure no evil befalls it. But this is still fuckin' awkward yo whos house is even this is.]
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[HMM]
Maybe you can check out y'room? See if you like it.
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Down the hall.