[ To Yuji, still a touch disorientated, it feels like mere seconds between the message and Choso appearing. He's getting used to time being weird, though, and he pushes himself up to see... Wet dog Choso.
Wait, he really was literally in the shower? What the - ]
Onii-san, what're you - [ Getting up with a wince, foot feeling numb, Yuji scrambles for a towel. ] Come here!
[ choso encapsulates the vibe of Wet Dog so well; all the mass and fluff of his usual silhouette hangs off his considerable frame now, hair come undone at some point since they last saw each other (this morning, only hours ago if that) to splay down his back, clothing stuck to skin. the only signs of the earlier blood surge lingers still in the beds under his nails, in the crease of his nose, the spaces between his teeth; whatever has happened, it has been washed away in some kind of cleansing flood.
choso splats forth, barefoot and awkward in the way of someone who has never had to consider the art of wringing out before now. ]
[ Which, you know, it isn't, but his concern for Choso wins out. He's got the towel in hand, and stepping over to try and wrap it around his brother's shoulders, arms wobbling as they reach over his head. His heart is beating a little too fast in his chest, panic making him feel uncomfortable, before he seems to stop, like a shiver runs through him.
[ it’s a good idea, honestly, but choso isn’t thinking about things like logic or reason when he reaches out to grab yuji around the ribs and pull him in close with a very moist splat.
choso’s hold is strong when he fits his chin between yuji’s shoulder and neck, all but crushing the boy in this soggiest of embraces. ]
It’s okay! [ he isn’t referring to the water or the clothes or whatever; each word is a burst, a rush of reassurance for the both of them. ]
[ Shlap, and there's wet on his skin, but Yuji doesn't... Really feel it. The sensation of what he imagines would be cold-damp-ugh doesn't exist against his skin, not when he feels as numb as he does, and he frowns even as his arms lift to wrap around Choso in return. ]
I'm sorry, I should've thought more about your pain.
[ Leaning in, he sinks against him a little more, frowning. ]
... I can't feel it, onii-san. Can you hug me a little harder?
no subject
are you?
no subject
it must have been hard for you
no subject
it’s ok yuji
you’re ok
that’s all i need
no subject
no subject
go and recover, i’m very soggy
no subject
no subject
no subject
no its ok
you can come in if you want
i want to see you too
no subject
i’ll wait
no subject
no subject
no subject
[ in the revelation showers, there comes an ominous Squelching ]
no subject
it doesn't hurt bad right now
no subject
is someone with you?
no subject
but im alone now
1/2
no subject
when choso steps into the room, he does in fact squelch when he moves. ]
Yuji?
no subject
Wait, he really was literally in the shower? What the - ]
Onii-san, what're you - [ Getting up with a wince, foot feeling numb, Yuji scrambles for a towel. ] Come here!
no subject
choso splats forth, barefoot and awkward in the way of someone who has never had to consider the art of wringing out before now. ]
Stop wandering, you were just in surgery!
no subject
[ Which, you know, it isn't, but his concern for Choso wins out. He's got the towel in hand, and stepping over to try and wrap it around his brother's shoulders, arms wobbling as they reach over his head. His heart is beating a little too fast in his chest, panic making him feel uncomfortable, before he seems to stop, like a shiver runs through him.
Everything feels like... Too much, right now. ]
Change your clothes and sit with me in that case!
no subject
choso’s hold is strong when he fits his chin between yuji’s shoulder and neck, all but crushing the boy in this soggiest of embraces. ]
It’s okay! [ he isn’t referring to the water or the clothes or whatever; each word is a burst, a rush of reassurance for the both of them. ]
You did it, Yuji. It’s okay. We’re okay!
no subject
I'm sorry, I should've thought more about your pain.
[ Leaning in, he sinks against him a little more, frowning. ]
... I can't feel it, onii-san. Can you hug me a little harder?
no subject
[ perplexed, choso nevertheless squeezes yuji a lil harder, head craning to peer down at the fluffy pink thing in his moist bosom. ]
Was it an error? I will find Spim immediately.
no subject
[ The extra squeeze means he can feel it, a little, and he sinks into Choso's arms with a sigh. ]
It feels better when I'm with someone I trust. Like I can relax.
no subject
[ at last, he is here to help, to keep, to make better.
he gives another squeeze, all but crushing the young man with the force of his squelchy love ]
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)