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[alphaophiuchi]

Bleeding was most certainly inconvenient, and as Tsukikage left, Draco released a soft sigh, frowning slightly to himself. He rubbed at one brow with his fingertips, slumping down on himself. Something had happened; Tsukikage wasn't acting like his usual self. It was bizarre. But how did he bring that up? Did he even bother? Should he opt instead for silence and hope it passed?

After a second, he remembered what his boyfriend told him, and went to slump into a heap of coils somewhere soft.

[intercalaryninja]

After Draco makes himself comfortable, Tsukikage returns with their little medkit. He sits in front of Draco and looks him over. He gently runs his hands over the blood, quietly using his blood magic instead of asking Draco for permission like he usually would.

"You're not too bad off. I'm surprised. You could be in much poorer conditions, given your injuries."

[alphaophiuchi]

In this situation - and perhaps this one alone - Draco didn't really mind the blood magic. He was, after all, used to magic being used on and around him, and as disconcerting as it was at times, he couldn't complain with being made a bit more whole now.

"I...probably could. I escaped as quickly as I could." Mostly, it was stab wounds, the odd bullethole, and lots of gashes and scratches. He really did get off quite lucky this time.

[intercalaryninja]

He gets the read on Draco's mind and body and begins to work on him since he has a good read on his health. He sets to cleaning and bandaging the wounds, ninja training kicking in despite his calm and lazy state.

"What happened? Who attacked you with a gun?" he asked as he picks out the dirt from the bullet wound.

[alphaophiuchi]

"...a Fog Follower. One of the more determinedly psychotic ones," he murmured, wincing slightly. The injuries were still fresh, still raw; even a careful brushing away of dirt still stung and twinged.

[intercalaryninja]

"Why were you fighting a fog follower? I thought you knew better." Tsukikage does sound mighty unsympathetic but he is working at the wounds neatly and efficiently. Soon he's wrapping bandages around for Draco.

[alphaophiuchi]

He just...wrinkled his nose, glancing aside slightly. Mighty unsympathetic indeed.

"We had...something to do. Rosch and I." He raised his eyebrows pointedly as he looked back at Tsukikage. Obviously, those involved ought to tip the ninja off to the fact that it was sensitive Neutral business.

[intercalaryninja]

"Ah... so that's how it is. Alright." He accepts that simply, either missing or ignoring the sharp look. The man pulls away now Draco's clean and bandaged.

"Anything else you need?"

[alphaophiuchi]

That look faltered into a frown, followed by a steady slump of Draco's shoulders when Tsukikage pulled away entirely. He swallowed, shaking his head a little.

For a moment, he was entirely silent, debating whether or not to say anything. On one hand, he was briefly willing to just slither home; on the other, he didn't like the idea. Therefore: "Did I do something? If you're sick of me, just say so."

[intercalaryninja]

Tsukikage was putting the things away when he hears the simple question. He tilts his head curiously and looks up when Draco asks his question.

"No? You didn't do anything. Why would you assume I was sick of you?"

[alphaophiuchi]

"You're right," he started, keeping his voice as mild and even as possible, despite looking a bit like a petulant child right that moment. "I didn't do anything. But you're...distant. And I don't like it."

Especially not when he really, really wanted some comfort. Not that he was willing to ask for it.

[intercalaryninja]

Tsukikage tilts his head, as if regarding Draco's words, before he gives a lazy shrug. He's not overly worried over Draco's words or his expression. He figures he probably should but he doesn't care.

"I apologise for that then. I'm not intending to be distant." He says, being super distant.

[alphaophiuchi]

Super, super distant. Draco just frowned harder at him, as much as he could given how tired he still was. All of this had gone horribly awry; this wasn't how it was supposed to go. It was supposed to have helped.

"Right. Well. Maybe you ought to find me when you actually don't intend to be distant, how's that?"

He was, after all, hurt. And when Draco Malfoy(-Valentino) felt hurt, he got snappy. Because that was definitely the best way to deal with emotions.

[intercalaryninja]

"... I don't intend on it. But if you assume so, then I'll find you when you deem me more acceptable."

He's sorry he just doesn't feel like... anything. He can't even be mad or pissed. Everything is fine or can be rectified later, at least in his mind. If Draco was upset, Draco was upset. The end.

[alphaophiuchi]

There were times when Draco was quite good at hiding his expression, his feelings. This wasn't one of them. He was in pain in more than one way, he felt lonely sitting next to his boyfriend: his face showed everything he was feeling, right there in the unhappy, wavering downward curl of his mouth and the faint shining of his eyes.

"That doesn't even make sense," he pointed out in a miserable mumble, the snappishness leaving him. "You can't find me when I deem you acceptable because you won't be around to know when I deem you acceptable. Also, that's a stupid phrase." He opened his mouth to continue but paused, the words faltering and failing him; everything he thought of sounded stupid in return: You're always acceptable. Or some variant thereof.

He closed his mouth again, sighing softly out of his nose, simply continuing to regard Tsukikage with that sad face.

we should try wrap up so psls

[intercalaryninja]

"I suppose not. Then again, not everything makes sense. I suppose then I'll find you when I feel like you'd accept me." Tsukikage says.

The look that is returned is... relaxed and gentle. It's not dismissive but it doesn't have the usual warmth and tenderness that Tsukikage usually has. The man relaxes in his seat.

Everything is fine, his brain says. Nothing is wrong.

But it's not and he's so sorry, Draco.

okok!

[alphaophiuchi]

Draco's brow twitched with a frown, one that was more and more confused as the minutes passed. Nothing he said, it seemed, had the effect that he wanted it to. He wasn't quite sure what to do about that, either.

He might have to have a chat with Reira, though. That was definitely on the list.

For now, though, he merely pursed his lips, trying very hard not to cry (for crying in front of someone who Just Didn't Care wasn't worth anything) and nodded. It was a slow little gesture.

"...sure," he mumbled, glancing away slightly. "You know where I'll be, anyway."