You don't need to be sent to an early grave. Your time is already painfully close, it'd be a fucking waste for you to tip over the edge into hell before what little time is already up.
[Because Reaper really can't let go of the fact that Eichi is someone who he can tell has a weak constitution--he'll use it as an excuse, for now as to why he sees no point in the idol dying from Dodger and his bullshit reasons for attacking the kid.]
So don't do anything that'll get you into any more trouble. Last thing I need is to find Dodger standing over your corpse, because I really don't feel like getting my clothes dirty with whatever the hell is swirling around in his blood.
[Subtle, Reaper.]
Stop chattering, you're going to make yourself pass out.
It makes me happy to hear you worry over me like that, Reyes-san.
[ He definitely is feeling that that last line may not be far off, though. He sighs, trying to curl his fingers into his own palms and only barely managing. Did he really use that much energy? It went so fast, so easily... ]
Despite everything, I've found meaning for this life of mine, as ephemeral as it may be. I don't want to die. So... despite the fact that I hate hospitals, I may need you to take me to one anyway. This is particularly bad.
[Kid, you're going to be the death of him. And the death of yourself. His hand moves up to drag down his face with some measure of irritation--or something very close to it--before getting up again to walk over to the couch where Eichi is sitting.]
Didn't I already tell you to stop saying shit like that.
I'm not worried.
[And yet, he's offering out that now ungloved hand out to the sickly kid, to help him up.]
You should have said this ten minutes ago instead of chattering on. Sometimes I swear your poor heart doesn't deliver enough oxygen to your brain.
[Eichi watches that hand for a quiet moment before he reaches to take it, and his grip isn't much of a grip at all. His fingers are still ice cold.]
Even if you're not worried, you know, this is a hand I was scolded for trying to touch once before, so I'm still a little happy.
[And not that he'll say it aloud, but he's worried. He didn't think this would drain him this much, but now as he tries to focus his weight onto his feet, his legs wobble, and he's forced to lean heavily against Reaper to even stay standing at all. He's honestly trying to death grip this hand here, but his fingers don't have the strength.]
I thought this would pass quickly, you know? So I thought I would appreciate this moment. [But it's not passing, and he's worrying, and he really needs to have the doctors look at him and make sure it's not going to get worse or stay like this for too long.]
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[Because Reaper really can't let go of the fact that Eichi is someone who he can tell has a weak constitution--he'll use it as an excuse, for now as to why he sees no point in the idol dying from Dodger and his bullshit reasons for attacking the kid.]
So don't do anything that'll get you into any more trouble. Last thing I need is to find Dodger standing over your corpse, because I really don't feel like getting my clothes dirty with whatever the hell is swirling around in his blood.
[Subtle, Reaper.]
Stop chattering, you're going to make yourself pass out.
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[ He definitely is feeling that that last line may not be far off, though. He sighs, trying to curl his fingers into his own palms and only barely managing. Did he really use that much energy? It went so fast, so easily... ]
Despite everything, I've found meaning for this life of mine, as ephemeral as it may be. I don't want to die. So... despite the fact that I hate hospitals, I may need you to take me to one anyway. This is particularly bad.
[ Just casually says that... ]
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Didn't I already tell you to stop saying shit like that.
I'm not worried.
[And yet, he's offering out that now ungloved hand out to the sickly kid, to help him up.]
You should have said this ten minutes ago instead of chattering on. Sometimes I swear your poor heart doesn't deliver enough oxygen to your brain.
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Even if you're not worried, you know, this is a hand I was scolded for trying to touch once before, so I'm still a little happy.
[And not that he'll say it aloud, but he's worried. He didn't think this would drain him this much, but now as he tries to focus his weight onto his feet, his legs wobble, and he's forced to lean heavily against Reaper to even stay standing at all. He's honestly trying to death grip this hand here, but his fingers don't have the strength.]
I thought this would pass quickly, you know? So I thought I would appreciate this moment. [But it's not passing, and he's worrying, and he really needs to have the doctors look at him and make sure it's not going to get worse or stay like this for too long.]