[He's fine. He can take himself to the theatre look he's even standing up on his own -- actually no that's just really heavy wall leaning. But it's UPRIGHT wall leaning until his legs completely give out so that's something. He's also giving Slaine a defensive frown, not trusting him but fully aware he's not going to make it on his own.]
[ he wants to. he wants to with almost the entirety of his being. but -- the part that doesn't want to is his all-encompassing love for the princess, and the knowledge that she still thinks he's a good person. ---if he passes out, someone is likely to find him before he bleed out. slaine knows that. but -- he also knows that not everyone in this place is going to take him to the theatre and send him on his way.
he barely sighs, crossing the distance and pulling inaho's arm over his shoulder. ]
[He leans heavily when he can, not because he wants to but because he doesn't have the strength not to. He's stubborn enough not to fall entirely, but only just, and as dizziness makes his vision swim his false eye tries to compensate and that makes for a very disorienting discord between right and left. His head hurts, piercingly. His urge is to press against it to relieve some pain, but the hand that isn't around Slaine is busy holding Slaine's jacket to his wound as best he can, so he just squeezes the offending eye shut and tries not to make a sound.]
[ even if it's his fated rival, the amount of blood that inaho is losing is... concerning. sure -- he's a killer, a war criminal, a liar. but -- ...he's not an absolutely terrible person. he still can be alarmed when someone is leaning on him and losing all of their blood.
thankfully, though, they're close enough to the theater. upon entering, inaho is dumped by the table with very little ceremony while slaine walks up to negotiate price wordlessly. ]
[Oh whoah. That's a table. He grabs it, just, and clumsily hauls himself up to sit on it. He'll let Slaine do the talking. He doesn't mind if it makes them even or if it comes out to owing him, he's mainly concerned with not passing out.]
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...Go, if you want.
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he barely sighs, crossing the distance and pulling inaho's arm over his shoulder. ]
You're a nuisance.
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[He leans heavily when he can, not because he wants to but because he doesn't have the strength not to. He's stubborn enough not to fall entirely, but only just, and as dizziness makes his vision swim his false eye tries to compensate and that makes for a very disorienting discord between right and left. His head hurts, piercingly. His urge is to press against it to relieve some pain, but the hand that isn't around Slaine is busy holding Slaine's jacket to his wound as best he can, so he just squeezes the offending eye shut and tries not to make a sound.]
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[ even if it's his fated rival, the amount of blood that inaho is losing is... concerning. sure -- he's a killer, a war criminal, a liar. but -- ...he's not an absolutely terrible person. he still can be alarmed when someone is leaning on him and losing all of their blood.
thankfully, though, they're close enough to the theater. upon entering, inaho is dumped by the table with very little ceremony while slaine walks up to negotiate price wordlessly. ]
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