[Mandricardo is returning from the gym, wooden sword in hand, leaned against his shoulder. Its time to head back to the dorm, but as he passes by, the quiet voices catch his attention, and he glances in their direction.]
...
[Some people getting upset? Well, this is a stressful place, classes and all aside. Mandricardo steps closer, but then the sound of metal against metal hits his ears, and he stiffens.]
[A...fight?]
[He draws his wooden sword down, adjusting his grip, and slowly steps towards the sounds - Mandricardo, brow furrowed, calls out:]
[It's only one voice, at least! Just good ol' Sakyou. Which perhaps makes sense, considering whenever Mandricardo reaches the clearing Sakyou's at... no one else is there! Hm.
He turns toward the new sound with the sort of jumpiness that seems a bit out of place, and he's holding his blade in his hands, but not in any sort of way that indicates he's ready to attack or even defend. Actually, he looks more ready to run than fight?? In that easily-spooked way a startled animal might be, in the moments before something begins to chase it.]
—I...
[Seem at a loss for words, wow. HE JUST STANDS THERE FOR A SECOND, it's his turn to be the awkward one.]
[He's a bit surprised to find the man here - Mandricardo blinks, eyes glancing to the blade in his hands. He's had his fair share of fights in the past, and this isn't a man who's going to rush him at any moment. At least, he hopes.]
[He stares for a moment, before he does something that might as well be very rash, indeed - he bends down to put down his own wooden sword on the ground, before holding his hands up.]
[Mandricardo, standing vulnerable.]
I-I'm not here to hurt you. [He's trying to be soothing, but it just comes out a little nervous.] It's okay.
[god do i wish sakyou was mahito in this moment so i could truly just suplex mandy for his foolish sin of letting his guard down in a murdergame
BUT UNFORTUNATELY HE'S NOT. He's just Sakyou.
Apparently whatever the fuck had been going on out here took quite a toll on him; the look he gives Mandricardo is briefly incredulous, like he can't believe anyone would put themselves at any sort of risk just to try reassuring him. Maybe just a little suspicious. He opens his mouth, closes it again. Pauses.
And then it's like all his stress goes to his legs and he just fuckin collapses. YEEHAW.]
god i wish. No he just looks like he needs a second or maybe like ten seconds or maybe like, ten minutes actually. PHEW. Once again he seems startled by the sudden movement, but he's careful not to move in a way that puts Mandricardo at risk of being accidentally sliced by his unsheathed blade.]
—I'm - fine, I... [IS HE?? Yeah, sure.] --You don't need to trouble yourself. I just need a-- just a moment.
[HE WILL NOT!!! He might self-shank, though; he's taking care to not stab Mandricardo but he doesn't seem to have any care about whether or not he handles this naked blade with his bareass hands.
Anyway he just aggressively shakes his head about THAT!! And immediately regrets it because these last few minutes have left him with a headache. God bless.]
No— No, it's not-- I'm not hurt. I've caused you enough trouble already...
[He's good at keeping up the facade of someone who has his shit on lock in situations where he needs to... Magic.
Anyway, the sword should probably be put away! But immediately, his expression shifts to something - worried? Angry? Perhaps even an edge of frenetic fear? Once again, it doesn't seem to be directed at Mandricardo himself, but he holds the blade even closer. Pardon sir excuse him if he bleeds on you a bit.]
No—! --No. [...] No, thank you. [Does that help anything, Sakyou.] ...Staying here, though - we should leave.
Anyway, he apparently hadn't realized that he had actually cut into himself at any point, since he looks down at his arms with a little bit of surprise. He will, at least, loosen his grip to the point that it's no longer cutting into him! He ain't here to stab himself, it's just a side-effect of Being Sakyou sometimes.
He's also absolutely attuned to the fact that he's giving this poor man like fifty heart attacks, and with the immediate threat of Mandricardo going for his sword out of the equation, he just looks and sounds - like, kinda apologetic, kinda tired, kinda frantic, somehow all at once?! There's a lot of emotions happening in this Chili's.]
You-- It's fine, I'm not holding it anymore. It doesn't hurt, you don't have to worry - you don't need to carry me, either.
[Says Mandricardo - and with a decisive movement, he's just scooping the man into his arms. He's stronger than he looks, who would've thought?]
W-we need to get out of here, and regroup, and uh, find out what happened, and...anyways! Whatever! I'm going!
[And he's starting to walk away from the woods. Yes he probably left his wooden sword behind but that's fine no one would steal it (he'll just grab it later).]
[WELL UP HE GOES APPARENTLY. There's a little startled noise, but Sakyou will be a very unfussy, easy person to tote around. Mostly because he's still holding a sword even if he's not holding it by the blade's body anymore, and he doesn't want to risk Accidental Stabs.
That said, yeah, he's definitely pointing that out as they go SIR YOUR SWORD--]
Wait, you've left your sword—
[He doesn't want to be the cause of this guy losing a wholeass sword when he's already lost his wholeass armor.]
Whatever! Totally fine! Shit, it's really not a big deal! I'll just grab it later! Come on!
[His voice definitely sounds much rougher, more emotional - like a string about to snap from the sheer load of nerves he's currently dealing with. He's just going to beeline for the summer dorm, Sakyou in tow.]
On the plus(?????) side, the fact that Mandricardo is very clearly under a lot of stress actually helps Sakyou out. It gives him something external to focus on beyond what he'd been focusing on before, which helps him re-center himself, catching the fly-away bits of his frayed nerves and bundling them together. It's good because they can't both be out here freaking out...
He'll also remain silent the entire way back to the dorm, because he cLEARLY HASN'T BEEN HELPING YET BY TALKING. He'll just wait until he's in a position where he can be asked to be let down before he says anything else.]
[Anyways, welcome to the summer common room! It's very nice. There's some hammocks, beanbag chairs, and an absurd amount of pillows. There's also a couch with some blankets on it, which Mandricardo moves to deposit Sakyou on carefully.]
[Then he's getting on his knees in front of the other, gesturing. He's still visibly nervous, but its better now that they're here, in a familiar place.]
...Can I look at your hands? I wanna see how bad it is.
Kyaa though very knight-like. Fortunately he's not a tactile person so Mandricardo doesn't get a faceful of blood as Sakyou desperately tries to make him feel better by patting his head or something...
Instead, he carefully holds his hands out, palms up. It's not great!! There's a pretty deep one spanning diagonally across the palm of his right hand, and the fingers of his left one are still bleeding freely. But Sakyou seems genuinely unbothered, like he really can't feel them. Lad's got some mad pain tolerance. If anything, he seems more worried about making (more of) a mess, keeping his hands carefully above himself so he catches any spilt blood.]
I can treat it myself; you don't have to worry. I'll help with your clothing if any of it got on you, too.
Tch. It isn't like this is the first time I've got blood on me.
[He clicks his tongue and then stands up, suddenly, moving to the closest bathroom, and then to another room. He comes back with a folded towel under one arm and what seems to be a yellow piece of cloth (from his own outfit). Bending down, he wraps the towel around the cuts still bleeding.]
Hey, can you walk? Let's get ya cleaned up in the bathroom.
That isn't the point. When one makes a mess, they must be responsible for it.
[He's certainly sounding a little firmer now, at least. Though he still looks paler than usual, the stoicism he normally shows is returning bit by bit. He'll let Mandricardo wrap the cuts without fuss, nodding once at the question.]
I can, yes.
[...Though he'll have to sheathe his blade first. He pauses, hand resting on the hilt for a long moment before he carefully picks it back up and wipes the blood from its edge, sliding it back into place after.]
It's no sweat off my back, come on. I'll clean it later...
[He'll watch Sakyou carefully as they make their way to the bathroom - is he hurt anywhere else? He really seems like the type of man who can get a lethal wound and just remains stoic about it.]
[When they make their way to the sink, he moves to let the water flow.]
Alright, let's get them cleaned up. We don't want you getting infected.
[He doesn't seem to be! Granted, that's an absolutely correct assumption: Sakyou's just vibed with his arm nearly severed before. There's a bit of blood on his front, but it seems like it's mostly just from the wounds on his hands.
Which he'll move to wash up in the sink on his own, not even flinching as the water spills over. He's quiet, methodical, careful. Then:]
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[Some people getting upset? Well, this is a stressful place, classes and all aside. Mandricardo steps closer, but then the sound of metal against metal hits his ears, and he stiffens.]
[A...fight?]
[He draws his wooden sword down, adjusting his grip, and slowly steps towards the sounds - Mandricardo, brow furrowed, calls out:]
Hey. What's going on?
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He turns toward the new sound with the sort of jumpiness that seems a bit out of place, and he's holding his blade in his hands, but not in any sort of way that indicates he's ready to attack or even defend. Actually, he looks more ready to run than fight?? In that easily-spooked way a startled animal might be, in the moments before something begins to chase it.]
—I...
[Seem at a loss for words, wow. HE JUST STANDS THERE FOR A SECOND, it's his turn to be the awkward one.]
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[He's a bit surprised to find the man here - Mandricardo blinks, eyes glancing to the blade in his hands. He's had his fair share of fights in the past, and this isn't a man who's going to rush him at any moment. At least, he hopes.]
[He stares for a moment, before he does something that might as well be very rash, indeed - he bends down to put down his own wooden sword on the ground, before holding his hands up.]
[Mandricardo, standing vulnerable.]
I-I'm not here to hurt you. [He's trying to be soothing, but it just comes out a little nervous.] It's okay.
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BUT UNFORTUNATELY HE'S NOT. He's just Sakyou.
Apparently whatever the fuck had been going on out here took quite a toll on him; the look he gives Mandricardo is briefly incredulous, like he can't believe anyone would put themselves at any sort of risk just to try reassuring him. Maybe just a little suspicious. He opens his mouth, closes it again. Pauses.
And then it's like all his stress goes to his legs and he just fuckin collapses. YEEHAW.]
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[He's instantly rushing to Sakyou's side, bending down to put his arms underneath him as best as he can, lifting him up.]
H-Hey, Sakyou...Sakyou, are you okay?
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god i wish. No he just looks like he needs a second or maybe like ten seconds or maybe like, ten minutes actually. PHEW. Once again he seems startled by the sudden movement, but he's careful not to move in a way that puts Mandricardo at risk of being accidentally sliced by his unsheathed blade.]
—I'm - fine, I... [IS HE?? Yeah, sure.] --You don't need to trouble yourself. I just need a-- just a moment.
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[But Mandricardo is still CONCERNED. This is very out of the blue!! Sakyou what is happening!!]
Do you need me to get someone? O-Otome's a doctor, if you're hurt...
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Anyway he just aggressively shakes his head about THAT!! And immediately regrets it because these last few minutes have left him with a headache. God bless.]
No— No, it's not-- I'm not hurt. I've caused you enough trouble already...
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[Seriously, his voice might be more or less level, but deep down he's freaking out a lot. Mandricardo glances to the blade, frowning...hm.]
Do you, uh, want me to put that away?
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Anyway, the sword should probably be put away! But immediately, his expression shifts to something - worried? Angry? Perhaps even an edge of frenetic fear? Once again, it doesn't seem to be directed at Mandricardo himself, but he holds the blade even closer. Pardon sir excuse him if he bleeds on you a bit.]
No—! --No. [...] No, thank you. [Does that help anything, Sakyou.] ...Staying here, though - we should leave.
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[Wait, why is it wet....]
[...]
[Mandricardo lets out a yelp.]
Sakyou! S-Sakyou, you're holding the blade, you...you're hurting yourself-!
[He doesn't know whether to grab it - but that's probably a bad idea, since Sakyou might grip it even harder. This is bad. THIS IS SO BAD.]
I can get us out of here, just let go of that blade! Please!! As soon as you do, I'll carry you out!
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Anyway, he apparently hadn't realized that he had actually cut into himself at any point, since he looks down at his arms with a little bit of surprise. He will, at least, loosen his grip to the point that it's no longer cutting into him! He ain't here to stab himself, it's just a side-effect of Being Sakyou sometimes.
He's also absolutely attuned to the fact that he's giving this poor man like fifty heart attacks, and with the immediate threat of Mandricardo going for his sword out of the equation, he just looks and sounds - like, kinda apologetic, kinda tired, kinda frantic, somehow all at once?! There's a lot of emotions happening in this Chili's.]
You-- It's fine, I'm not holding it anymore. It doesn't hurt, you don't have to worry - you don't need to carry me, either.
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[Says Mandricardo - and with a decisive movement, he's just scooping the man into his arms. He's stronger than he looks, who would've thought?]
W-we need to get out of here, and regroup, and uh, find out what happened, and...anyways! Whatever! I'm going!
[And he's starting to walk away from the woods. Yes he probably left his wooden sword behind but that's fine no one would steal it (he'll just grab it later).]
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That said, yeah, he's definitely pointing that out as they go SIR YOUR SWORD--]
Wait, you've left your sword—
[He doesn't want to be the cause of this guy losing a wholeass sword when he's already lost his wholeass armor.]
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Whatever! Totally fine! Shit, it's really not a big deal! I'll just grab it later! Come on!
[His voice definitely sounds much rougher, more emotional - like a string about to snap from the sheer load of nerves he's currently dealing with. He's just going to beeline for the summer dorm, Sakyou in tow.]
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On the plus(?????) side, the fact that Mandricardo is very clearly under a lot of stress actually helps Sakyou out. It gives him something external to focus on beyond what he'd been focusing on before, which helps him re-center himself, catching the fly-away bits of his frayed nerves and bundling them together. It's good because they can't both be out here freaking out...
He'll also remain silent the entire way back to the dorm, because he cLEARLY HASN'T BEEN HELPING YET BY TALKING. He'll just wait until he's in a position where he can be asked to be let down before he says anything else.]
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[Then he's getting on his knees in front of the other, gesturing. He's still visibly nervous, but its better now that they're here, in a familiar place.]
...Can I look at your hands? I wanna see how bad it is.
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Kyaa though very knight-like. Fortunately he's not a tactile person so Mandricardo doesn't get a faceful of blood as Sakyou desperately tries to make him feel better by patting his head or something...
Instead, he carefully holds his hands out, palms up. It's not great!! There's a pretty deep one spanning diagonally across the palm of his right hand, and the fingers of his left one are still bleeding freely. But Sakyou seems genuinely unbothered, like he really can't feel them. Lad's got some mad pain tolerance. If anything, he seems more worried about making (more of) a mess, keeping his hands carefully above himself so he catches any spilt blood.]
I can treat it myself; you don't have to worry. I'll help with your clothing if any of it got on you, too.
[IT PROBABLY DID. HE'S PROBABLY LOOKING AT IT.]
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[He clicks his tongue and then stands up, suddenly, moving to the closest bathroom, and then to another room. He comes back with a folded towel under one arm and what seems to be a yellow piece of cloth (from his own outfit). Bending down, he wraps the towel around the cuts still bleeding.]
Hey, can you walk? Let's get ya cleaned up in the bathroom.
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[He's certainly sounding a little firmer now, at least. Though he still looks paler than usual, the stoicism he normally shows is returning bit by bit. He'll let Mandricardo wrap the cuts without fuss, nodding once at the question.]
I can, yes.
[...Though he'll have to sheathe his blade first. He pauses, hand resting on the hilt for a long moment before he carefully picks it back up and wipes the blood from its edge, sliding it back into place after.]
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[He'll watch Sakyou carefully as they make their way to the bathroom - is he hurt anywhere else? He really seems like the type of man who can get a lethal wound and just remains stoic about it.]
[When they make their way to the sink, he moves to let the water flow.]
Alright, let's get them cleaned up. We don't want you getting infected.
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Which he'll move to wash up in the sink on his own, not even flinching as the water spills over. He's quiet, methodical, careful. Then:]
I don't suppose you have any shochu on hand.
[Is that? A weak attempt at a joke??]
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[Mandricardo just stares at him.]
Some...what?
[SORRY HE'S A MONGOLIAN BOY WHAT IS THAT]
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It's an alcohol, but I'm aware none seems to be around.
[Which honestly is good because then he'd just spit it on his hands and be like "healed!!" and leave.]
Fire will do just as well.
[HELp.]
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I am NOT letting you set yourself on fire!!!!
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