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          Why he helped the kid, he had no idea. All he knew now was that he was locked in a cell in the very place he’d worked in for so long, C3. Mahiru was placed in the cell directly next to his own, because both of them had attempted to get into the control room and turn the cameras off, though they were almost immediately caught by guards around the area.

          Shuuhei cursed silently to himself. Why had he let the little punk talk him into this? Why did he even agree? He told himself it was because he knew it was the right thing to do, but was it really, if it ended him up in a jail cell like this? Had he said no, this would have never happened. He he just stuck to his job and done what he was supposed to do, he wouldn’t be sitting in this filthy cell right now with nothing to do other than sit and wait.

          He leans back against the wall behind him, pushing his glasses further up onto his nose before glancing down at his C3 jacket, having the slight urge to remove it.

          He wasn’t going to need it anymore, was he?

          “I shouldn’t have helped you,” Shuuhei murmurs, keeping his gaze forward, rather than glancing over at the boy in the cell next to him. Stupid, stupid, stupid. “It was obvious it wasn’t going to work. It was a foolish plan, and a foolish idea. I don’t know why I even...” He brings his hands up to his head, pushing his fingers into his hair and bringing his knees up to his chest, resting his elbows on top of them, lowering his voice to an almost whisper.

          He should have known this kid would be trouble once he arrived, judging by how he had interacted during their first encounter. Shuuhei didn’t necessarily mind, though. Mahiru was smart. But at the same time, he was also extremely empathetic, and that tended to lead him to make irrational decisions, and cause him to get into fights that were seemingly impossible.

          At least this time, that wasn’t the case, as far as Shuuhei knew.

          “Was this ‘other guy’ the stairs?”

          He sets the first aid kit in his lap as he speaks, eyes averted down at his work rather than at Mahiru. The guy wasn’t entirely interested in his answer, he just wanted to fix him up and get on with his day. It’s little inconveniences like these that really get on his nerves at times.

          “I figured this would happen, so I had a first aid kit already on hand.”

          Mahiru was sitting on a chair next to him, pant leg rolled up to reveal a good cut right on his shin, blood trickling down toward his sock quickly. Shuuhei notices this almost immediately, and makes a point to lean down, grip the younger’s leg tightly around his ankle, and pull the appendage upward and resting it along his own knees. He then resumes getting the necessary items out of the med kit, setting them aside on his lap before dropping the kit onto the floor so he’d have more room to work.

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          The glasses guy. Nice. 

          He doesn’t get much of a chance to speak or explain himself before Mahiru begins to usher him inside, though he’s not really one to complain about that; it is extremely cold out there, and there was snow trailing down the front of his shirt from how hard it was coming down. Getting out of the outdoors was definitely one of his top priorities right then and there.

          “Yes. Hello, Mahiru.”

          Shuuhei pauses slightly to glance down as he removes his shoes, both to be respectful, and to make sure no snow gets on Mahiru’s floor. He pushes his glasses up onto his nose briefly before continuing, a slightly irritated expression on his face as he explains.

          “My car broke down a block away from here. It’s too dark too see anything and the snow is coming down much too heavy for me to even attempt to fix things.” He reaches up to brush some snow out of his hair, making a face when his hand comes back all wet and damp. Shuuhei takes a moment to look around the place, kind of impressed that Mahiru keeps the area nice and clean.

          “... Do you mind if I stay here for the night? Until the storm passes?”

♫–    ❝ I know what everyone wants me to say... but I just can’t, soooooooooo I pick Yumi-chan! GO TO JAIL FOR DRUNKEN DISORDERLY CONDUCT! HAHAHAHAH~!! ❞

          Mikuni has placed himself in the middle of a small park area, sitting at one of the picnic tables set up there, nose buried in a book. He had decided that Mahiru was in dire need of assistance with how to use his lead and his Servamp, and mostly just how to fight in general. Mikuni - being the compassionate and helpful person that he is, of course - was more than willing to offer him some tips and tricks, and even some training in order to get Mahiru to fight with all that he’s capable of.

          “Mahiru-kuuun ~ ! I’ve been waiting for you.”

          He puts his book down once he sees the younger boy approaching, getting up from his seat and stretching his arms up over his head. Jeje can be clearly seen in his usual spot, curled up loosely around Mikuni’s shoulders, though his head is lifted so he’s able to see what’s going on with their guest.

          “Are you ready for your training? We should start with the basics, shouldn’t we? If you’d like, Jeje and I can demonstrate for you ~”

          The only problem there is that he doesn’t actually have anyone to demonstrate on, though he supposes he doesn’t really need anyone for that. Obviously demonstrating on Mahiru himself is completely out of the question, but Mikuni supposes that he could demonstrate without actually demonstrating. Go through the motions without using any of his actual powers.

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