Stranger things have happened.

[keepingchaos]

Day: 2
Characters: Komui Li (keepingchaos), Winters Sokaro (pleasuresinpain)
Summary: Komui is in a bad way, and Sokaro never takes no for an answer.
DAY/NIGHT & Time: Day - around shower time
Status: Closed, incomplete

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[pleasuresinpain]

It took Sokaro longer than expected to arrive, having gotten himself caught up in a conversation with Magatsu that he really would have rather not have had. Now all he could see was the cold face of the rose cross he bore, of it looming over the cathedral all lit up with the flickering light of votive candles. Of his worthless kids waiting for him at the end of the train station. Of Reed's ridiculous hair that Sokaro had shaved for him in his sleep before he did something stupid like get it snagged on something and get subsequently killed. Of Rabon's poorly guarded left flank, of Sokaro backhanding the stupid boy at random until he began to defend that side of him out of reflex.

And then there was Dark. Stupid, ridiculous Suman Dark. How the fuck had he ended up working himself in so deep, anyway? His stupid greased-back hair. That disgustingly kind face. He was a failure from the start. Sokaro saw that so clearly, and yet--

Give me one good reason I should fucking waste my breath teaching you how not to get your worthless self

[keepingchaos]

"...General," Komui greeted the other quietly, not turning much more than his head.

"Forgive me for not... standing to say hello..." He offered a small, grim smile in response to Sokaro's uncharacteristic surprise, a breathless little laugh escaping his throat. He probably was quite a sight, he supposed vaguely. He certainly couldn't remember the last time he'd felt this awful. There might not even have been one.

[pleasuresinpain]

"I've seen corpses looking more lively than you," Sokaro offered flatly as he heaved a sigh, expression still a little stunned to see how genuinely awful Komui looked. "What the fuck were you gonna do, turning me down like that? Lay here and wait for the reaper? Shit. How the fuck am I supposed to move you without shuffling you loose from the mortal coil?" Most of Sokaro's words were muttered to himself as he knelt at Komui's side, scowling as he tried to grapple for a handle on the situation.

"Even the Vatican fuckers were less sleazy than this."

[keepingchaos]

"Outside of heresy trials, anyway," mumbled Komui with a little snort, about all he could manage in the way of displaying his contempt at the moment. It still hurt to breathe and to talk, although the sharp burning pain of several hours ago had mostly settled down into a deep, dull, persistent ache.

For Sokaro's benefit, he pushed away from the wall a little to sit up under his own power, though he felt slightly unsteady doing even that. He'd planned to just wait a little longer until he could manage to stand up, but -- maybe even hanging onto that much pride had been foolish of him.

"I'm not dying or anything, General... it just hurts," he mumbled, one very shaky hand reaching up slowly to brush some hair out of his face. "Should be... all right, eventually."