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[Joshua snaps out of his droning and collapses onto the floor of his house, letting out a scream of shock and pain.  He tilts his head back and pants raggedly as his vision whites out, unable to think through the incredible amount of agony coursing through his body.  After several minutes pass, he manages to gather himself back together enough to

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I don't need to feel better. Like I said, I'm fine. Of course, I might not be the longer you wait to disinfect me.

[And it's just pride talking now, Joshua knows. There's no rational reason why he shouldn't drink the vodka, just enough to take the edge off. But. Every person is afraid of something. Losing control happens to be Joshua's.]

And I'm going to keep refusing. Meanwhile, my legs don't seem to be getting any better, hmm?

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[Joshua opens his mouth, probably to make a quip about Sanae staring at his legs, but what comes out instead is a startled cry of surprise and pain when Sanae promptly dumps the vodka all over his wound. He hisses slowly between his teeth at the burn, trying desperately to mentally block the pain out, then glares at Sanae.]

A little warning next time would be nice.

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[He glowers at Sanae for a second, then huffs. Taking the vodka now would be too much like admitting he can't handle the pain, which he is not about to do.]

I'm good. Worst part's over with, anyway. [Well, there's the part where he's going to have to snap the bone back in place, but one thing at a time.]

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Sanae.

[And if he could actually move, this would be the part where he shifts uncomfortably. Because he really is firmly convinced that he can deal with however much pain is about to come without having to resort to alcohol - fifteen year old human body or not, he's still the Composer, this is nothing compared to running Shibuya's UG. But that look on Sanae's face stirs up something in him that feels a little too much like guilt for his liking. And it's a little easier to let go of his pride when he tells himself that it's for Sanae's sake, not his.

His chin stays stubborn for a second longer, then he sighs and relents, holding out his hand for the bottle.]

. . . you better not take pictures of this. Or advantage of me, for that matter.

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[USING HIS OWN TACTICS AGAINST HIM IS CHEATING.]

If you did mess with me while I'm like this, I'd have to raise some serious questions about your personal preferences.

[He sighs and takes a drink from the bottle, choking a little at the burn. He hasn't eaten since whenever it was that they droned him, and any meals he's had in Sovietfield have been rather paltry, so that combined with his rather scrawny body and lack of tolerance means that he's already starting to feel a little light-headed.]

Ugh, that's disgusting.

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I don't know. All this effort you've been putting into pulling down my inhibitions is starting to seem quite suspicious, hee hee~.

[SUSPICIOUS STARE.]

All I feel is the need to wash my mouth out. Who are you calling?

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[Joshua's eyes widen.]

I am not about to let Megumi see me either drunk or handicapped, and certainly not both. And what input do you need? All you have to do is snap the bone back in place - I'll do it myself, if you're having difficulty performing.