[He looks up at Slaine when the initial fit is over, still alert, though he's breaking out into a cold sweat. He hasn't lost it yet. He thinks... he's still got a little while. But, maybe, less time conscious than he has alive. It really hurts. He feels fuzzier than he's willing to let show.]
[ he can't believe he's about to do this, but -- atop of asseylum's feelings, he's in inaho's debt. he helped him and paid for his healing, after he'd been attacked. and -- ... he was the one who caused this. he can't go on and on trying to put out fire with gasoline. not anymore.
so he returns the grab of the collar and the pull and --- all but shoves his tongue down inaho's throat. ]
[Well. He doesn't resist it. It's just to get out, anyway, even if it is really gross. And embarrassing, because he's never been kissed like that and he may be a quiet person but he's not an unfeeling one. He makes a small noise of uncomfortable half-protest into Slaine's mouth, though, and the kiss tastes like blood, and his head is swimming, and he still returns it because if he doesn't he may well die.]
[ the only time slaine had been kissed like this, he didn't want to be. he rides out the kiss, tongue pressing into inaho's disgusting, bloody mouth, for as long as he can before pulling back and immediately looking away. ]
[It's not pleasant. It's not something either of them wanted, but there it is, messy and necessary, and it's all Inaho can do not to cough more into Slaine's mouth. When he pulls back he droops, slumping forward through no particular will of his own and letting his face land against Slaine's shoulder. That's unpleasant too. But his breath is wet and his fingers are trembling and tingling and he thinks he's probably dropped the gun but it's only falling into his lap so it doesn't matter.]
[ he pushes back on the door again and --- lets out a sigh of relief as he feels it open. he pushes himself to his feet and looks down and... for a moment honestly considers leaving him to drag himself as far as he can get but. ]
[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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----asseylum would be sad if he died. ]
Oi--
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[He looks up at Slaine when the initial fit is over, still alert, though he's breaking out into a cold sweat. He hasn't lost it yet. He thinks... he's still got a little while. But, maybe, less time conscious than he has alive. It really hurts. He feels fuzzier than he's willing to let show.]
I'm not... dead yet.
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[ he can't believe he's about to do this, but -- atop of asseylum's feelings, he's in inaho's debt. he helped him and paid for his healing, after he'd been attacked. and -- ... he was the one who caused this. he can't go on and on trying to put out fire with gasoline. not anymore.
so he returns the grab of the collar and the pull and --- all but shoves his tongue down inaho's throat. ]
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...Tell me that worked.
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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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