[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:]
[Mandricardo is absolutely the best and this is the funniest shit ever.
Sakyou looks genuinely appreciative, though! Thanks, buddy. He'll finish rinsing his hands off and just sort of blot them dry gently on the towel he'd been given earlier, checking to make sure they don't immediately well up with blood again before reaching out for the torch.]
Thank you. [FIRE IS FIRE it's fine. Anyway since this shit's nasty, he'll just offer:] I can take it from here, if you'd like to step out.
[While he's talking, he'll just move to situate himself on the floor, torch in one hand while he sets about withdrawing his blade again with the other. Judging by the ease of his movements, it seems he's not unused to patching himself up.]
[Mandricardo your nervous dog energy... He's quiet for a second, but just nods. He doesn't want to give this poor lad any more trouble, so he can just do whatever his little chihuahua heart wants.]
Barring any better metal, this works in a pinch. A fire outside of a smithy is nowhere near hot enough to damage a blade.
[IE he's gonna heat it up and do the old "stick your open wound on hot metal to close it" schtick. Despite how generally funky he was being about the blade earlier, he seems to have no issue with sticking the blunt edge over a wholeass tiki torch.]
[Sakyou keeps a watchful eye on it, seemingly focused on mentally counting seconds as they go by. The question has him looking back up, though. His lips purse, and he seems vaguely discomforted, but eventually he shakes his head.]
...No. You don't have to worry; there doesn't seem to be anything dangerous in the woods.
And you...can't tell me that. I can use my concern all I want. Are you someone I'm only startin' to know? Sure. Yeah. Doesn't mean I need to just leave you be.
[mandricardo continues to be a good lad while aki squints suspiciously in the background.......
Sakyou, in the meantime, just gives him a long and quiet look. But he eventually sighs, too; a soft little sound, as his eyes return to the metal as it steadily heats.]
Then I'll say it more clearly. I'm not the sort of person anyone should waste their concern or time with. [Certainly no one kind enough to help a veritable stranger, at least.]
I appreciate the help to this point, but I can't accept anything further.
[HE'S THE CROUCHING GLOOMY HIDDEN DEPRESSO WITH A POISED EXTERIOR. Sometimes you're just out here!!
In any case, his point had been that he's not even worth a sentence like "I don't want to see you hurt", regardless of explanations or anything else. It's always better for people to keep away, and he prefers it if he doesn't take up even a second in someone else's mind.
He's already thrown a lot on poor Mandricardo's plate tonight, though, so he'll keep the rest of that to himself for the time being. Instead, he only says:]
It's precisely because of that kindness that I've said what I've said. [GOD. His expression is a little hard to read then, as he shifts the blade against the flame.]
...May I ask you something? I don't want to pry either, and it's a personal question, so you don't have to answer.
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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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I don't have any plans to do that - but I'll need to keep this, at least, from getting infected.
[He holds up his left hand... Fuck his right hand tbh he doesn't need that one to wield a sword.]
I can simply sear the wounds shut.
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[Now he's just embarrassed.]
Ugh...I don't know of a source of fire...wait. Wait a second. I'll be back.
[And he just suddenly darts out of the bathroom with no explanation whatsoever.]
[A minute or so passes, and here Mandricardo is, bearing a torch from the tiki bar. This is stupid BUT HERE HE IS.]
I found something.
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Sakyou looks genuinely appreciative, though! Thanks, buddy. He'll finish rinsing his hands off and just sort of blot them dry gently on the towel he'd been given earlier, checking to make sure they don't immediately well up with blood again before reaching out for the torch.]
Thank you. [FIRE IS FIRE it's fine. Anyway since this shit's nasty, he'll just offer:] I can take it from here, if you'd like to step out.
[While he's talking, he'll just move to situate himself on the floor, torch in one hand while he sets about withdrawing his blade again with the other. Judging by the ease of his movements, it seems he's not unused to patching himself up.]
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[But he's definitely standing here with a lot of Nervous Dog Energy(TM).]
What are you going to use the blade for...?
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Barring any better metal, this works in a pinch. A fire outside of a smithy is nowhere near hot enough to damage a blade.
[IE he's gonna heat it up and do the old "stick your open wound on hot metal to close it" schtick. Despite how generally funky he was being about the blade earlier, he seems to have no issue with sticking the blunt edge over a wholeass tiki torch.]
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[He watches as he heats up the blade, flame licking the metal. Mandricardo frowns, before speaking up, his voice quiet.]
Hey...I wanna ask. Did something attack you out there?
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...No. You don't have to worry; there doesn't seem to be anything dangerous in the woods.
[Like, outside of the geese.]
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[He glances to the side, remembering the state he found Sakyou in. The look in his eyes...that palpable fear...]
If its somethin' personal...I get it. We all have our secrets and all. But even if its personal, I don't want you...hurting yourself over it.
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...My apologies. [Said quietly.] I didn't realize I had. I was-- [Hm.] Caught off guard. But I won't be a second time.
[It's?? Fine, probably.]
You really don't have to waste your concern, though.
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[He sighs.]
And you...can't tell me that. I can use my concern all I want. Are you someone I'm only startin' to know? Sure. Yeah. Doesn't mean I need to just leave you be.
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Sakyou, in the meantime, just gives him a long and quiet look. But he eventually sighs, too; a soft little sound, as his eyes return to the metal as it steadily heats.]
Then I'll say it more clearly. I'm not the sort of person anyone should waste their concern or time with. [Certainly no one kind enough to help a veritable stranger, at least.]
I appreciate the help to this point, but I can't accept anything further.
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[He lets out a snort.]
I didn't think there was someone as gloomy as me.
[And then a shake of the head.]
But I'm...not the type to pry. That would be rude. I mean, I just...don't want to see ya hurt. Explanation or not...
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In any case, his point had been that he's not even worth a sentence like "I don't want to see you hurt", regardless of explanations or anything else. It's always better for people to keep away, and he prefers it if he doesn't take up even a second in someone else's mind.
He's already thrown a lot on poor Mandricardo's plate tonight, though, so he'll keep the rest of that to himself for the time being. Instead, he only says:]
It's precisely because of that kindness that I've said what I've said. [GOD. His expression is a little hard to read then, as he shifts the blade against the flame.]
...May I ask you something? I don't want to pry either, and it's a personal question, so you don't have to answer.
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