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       ❝ I hope you're not as okay with dying as you sound. ❞   Her voice is steady and even, eyes focused entirely   ( yet not harshly at all )   on stitching his wound. Nanako knows Eishia will take care of the rest when she's free, but as it stands, she wasn't letting Enjin bleed out freely in the meantime. Besides, she could hardly take him seriously. She's sure it's a tactic to take his mind off all the blood but can't help poking at it to be sure. Her ministrations are gentle and meticulous, one hand delicately weaving the wound shut, the other carefully dabbing away at the blood that stubbornly seeps through.

       ❝ .. Wish you'd realize caution is your  friend  sometimes.. ❞   Muttered low but not low enough he couldn't hear her. She worries. She's not afraid to express as much.

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RAGGED GASPING rattles his frame. Squared shoulders quiver. Under the pressure of Enjin’s palm, he can feel his vision start to swim. There’s movement in the distance. His garnet gaze racks into focus. Behind his leader’s billowing coat, yet another beast in a seemingly endless onslaught. It’s closing in fast. His heels scrape against the dirt, kicking dust up as he shifts into combat ready stance.

縁人__There's a distinct concern in the way the cigarette is lowered, momentarily, at least long enough to inquire as directly and openly as he could; "Are you... lost, or dumb?" -- @kasaborn ! ♥

---  WELL,  he  didn't  expect  the  other  to  react  this  way  when  he  said  he  would  crush  his  hand.  Though  he  stared  a  little  bit  longer,  blinking.  Though  the  other's  comment  made  his  eyes  twitch.

"  Maybe  I'll  take  a  picture  from  your  book  and  drive  like  a  madman?"

Was  he  teasing?  Who  knows  --  though  he  moved  to  the  driver's  side  of  the  car  and  opened  the  door  for  a  moment.  Standing  there,  he  watched  the  other  for  a  moment  before  he  turned  his  eyes  away.  They  had  a  strange  realtionship  that  caused  more  of  them  to  tease  each  other  anyway  –  So  he  didn't  mind  taking  this  one,  this  time. 

"Hurry  up  to  the  other  side,  before  I  drive  off  without  you."

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She too was not paying too much attention either, merely looking for potential...customers so to say. However once she was almost run into by this, a bit shaggy looking, man in her eyes she cant help but quirk a brow measuring him from head to toe.

"Hmm, I think there is more dust on my shoes now...." she would add with a dramatic, obviously fake sigh.

His  eyes  rolled,  and  he  threw  the  cards  down.  As  annoying  as  he  was,  he  felt  like  he  had  just  lost  more  than  the  money  they  were  gambling,  but  Enjin  always  had  something  on  his  mind,  and  he  personally  thought  he  walked  into  a  trap  or  something  --  He  sighed.

                "You  have  never  played  fair,  and  I've  won  plenty  of  times."

His  eyes  rolled.

"  You  just  got  lucky  this  time.  No  need  to  gloat  about  it.  So,  I  hope  you  will  go  easy  on  me  this  time  ---  But  I'll  hold  up  on  the  other  part  of  the  agreement.  ONCE  you  tell  me  what  it  is  you  want?"

For  Enjin,  anything  he  wanted  was  more  of  a  chore  or  bigger  protect.  Even  that  was  going  to  put  more  work  on  his  plate  ten  he  liked  to  admit.  A  sigh  left  his  lips  for  a  moment.

Tension  was  high  enough  on  Gris,  but  he  was  going  to  bear  whatever  he  needed  for  the  other.  no  matter  how  dumb  all  of  this  turns  out  to  be.

She  might  have  thrown  something  at  the  wall.  Was  she  having  a  tantrum?  Maybe.  But  what  he  had  her  doing  was  so  hard.  She  had  no  idea  what  she  could  do—and  he  was  making  it  harder  for  her.  Though  she  shook  her  head  and  looked  at  him.

               "Amo  is  trying!  Amo  doesn't  think  it's  fair  that  she  has  to  do  this!"  She  might  be  whining  and  getting  a  little  more  annoyed.  Turning  away  from  him,  she  crossed  her  arms  over  her  chest  and  sat  down  on  the  ground.

                     "  Amo  doesn't  wanna  do  this  anymore!  It's  too  much!"

Even  if  she  doesn't  want  to  listen  to  him,  he  was  always  mean  to  her  --  so  why  should  he?  What  was  the  point  of  training  like  this  when  everyone  just  fell  in  love  with  her,  and  she  can  get  them  to  do  anything  and  everything  for  her!  A  huff  from  her  lips,  she  looked  down.

                     "  What's  the  point?  Amo  knows  you  don't  care  about  helping,  you're  just  a  meanie,  who  won't  stop  telling  Amo  what  is  good  or  bad!"  She  kicked  her  feet  onto  the  ground  and  sighed.  "  Amo  isn't  weak  --"  that  was  a  lie.  "  Nothing  is  going  to  happen  to  Amo  again!  I  have  new  friends...  to  protect  Amo...  right?"

       ❝ I wish the  world  thought the same thing. ❞

How plain of an answer. How hopeful of a wish. Nanako didn't so much sound defeated as she did deflated, exhausted beyond measure. Falling apart at the seams and all her stuffing in shambles. There's no strength to her posture. There's no soft sureness about her poise. She'd spent all of herself not only trying to make sure the trash beast was cleaned, but that the team was taken care of. Now she can barely lift her arms. What a terrible, different kind of weakness.

It felt horrible,  caring what other people thought or must have thought of her. Nanako wanted to be able to help that about herself. Validation might as well have been the same addictive sweetness as cake or cookies, though. Even if it came from those she considered unsightly. Especially then...   - If even those much more horrible than herself thought she was strong, then it had to be true, right?  What an awful way to think...

       ❝ Funny how someone who's ass I kicked could call me  weak  just 'cause I wouldn't kill them... ❞   Hilarious how obvious it was she thought it could be true.   Whatever.   A sigh and she leans her head back, worrying her fingers along Nina's smooth surface.   ❝ I'll get over it. ❞

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