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Who: Gojyo, Nobuto, Tenpou, and Kenren
What: The War of the Coffinnails
When: Immediately after this fight
Where: Starting out by Community Housing building #3, and ending up wherever Tenpou and Kenren happen to be
Summary: Gojyo and Nobu are on a mission.
Rating: R, for language and violence

"I've got no idea where these fuckers live," Gojyo shrugs, lighting two cigarettes and passing one over to Nobuto. "Figure we should try th'bar first?"

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Maybe not all the way on top, but Kenren twists to land mostly on one side to keep his leverage. If he's lucky most of the impact will be absorbed by his shoulder, and he won' actually snap one of his wings.

That knee in his gut came damn close to knocking the wind out of him. But momentum is a wonderful thing, and now there's a wet kappa pinning you to the ground, Grandma. Anything he can reach to punch is getting punched, and if punching isn't an option, well, There's always the old favorite of spitting in your face. Can you tell yet that Gojyo really doesn't like you?

He was fairly well aware of that, yes. The journal conversation might have clued him in. He gets one hand up to protect his face. Where'd Gojyo learn to fight, anyway? A playground?

Long as he's got that knee in your stomach, though, he's going to use the leverage to get his other leg up and try to kick you off. Shoo, fly.

The impact loosens his hold on Kenren; he lets go, giving up on the headlock and bringing his knee up either to actually hit or just to get some distance between them.
He kinda landed on the stick, though, and damn does his side hurt now.

If Nobu's hold is loosened enough Kenren's going to try and get back on his feet, 'cause this rolling around on the ground isn't nearly as much fun as punching someone while standing.

That kick to the stomach shouldn't have done anything other than be annoying, but his poor ribs have been beat on and beat on today, and that kick hurt. Instead of falling back, or rolling to the side, he twists, trying to protect his ribs, and falls hard with his arm bent under his body, and... and oh shit. Something just went pop.

"Fuck!"

Does that mean you'll get off of him? If so, about damn time. He'll be over here checking to make sure you didn't ruin his pack of cigarettes, too.

Just be happy he's not the type to... well, okay, just be happy he hasn't decided to kick you while you're down. Yet.

He's a street fighter, not a wrestler, so he's perfectly happy to let Kenren get back up, since that gives him a chance to do the same.

Moving into a defensive stance now, though, to try and take stock of the situation. Whatever just happened to Gojyo, if he's out of the fight, things could start going badly.

Wait, did Gojyo actually hurt himself? That's not fun. "Oi, Sonny, you ready to stop this and let your grandpa get you a drink?"

He'll tell Kenren what he can do with his "Sonny" in a minute, but for now... for now, he's going to try very very hard not to move. Fucking dislocated shoulder. Ow. Ow. Fuuuuuck ow.

"Fuck you." Yeah, that was a general 'fuck you'. All of you suck. This fight sucks. His shoulder sucks. Everything sucks. Ow. ...Not gonna be sick. Not gonna. Nope.

Kenren can play nurse-maid all he wants. Tenpou will be over here smoking and keeping an eye on the kids from a reasonable distance. And also not-coincidentally keeping his cigarettes out of reach of greedy little fingers.

Huh, that doesn't look good. And the fight seems to have just . . . stopped.

"You people are strange, you know that?"

Alright, Gojyo, time to have a look at you.

"What'd you break?"

Kenren's natural impulse is to lean against the intact rail and light a cigarette, as it is, he pulls the sopping wet pack out of his pocket, and ~~pouts~~ frowns at it. He's almost tempted to try to dry one out with his lighter, but he'll have to wait for the wick to dry to even do that.

"Fuck off." No, really. Don't you fucking dare touch his shoulder. He's fine. See? He's sitting up and everythi--

...Okay, not sitting up yet. That's a charming shade of green you're turning, kappa. Shit. He's got to pop the damn thing back in. This is gonna hurt like a bitch. Okay. Okay. No, fuck off, Nobu. He can do this.

Yeah, he's fooling nobody. Little help? No, he's not going to ask.

Right, well, the party seems to be winding down nicely. "Strange is one of the nicer things we've been called, I believe." He shrugs. "And one of the less creative."

Hm, to stay and gloat, or to go home and nurse his bruises and cigarettes... oh, that's a tough one, that is. "It's been fun, kids, but I'm afraid I must take a rain check on the after-party." Kenren, this look hopes you won't be stupid enough to get killed in his absence, and this little wave as he turns away hopes Gojyo and Nobuto will have a grand old time with that shoulder.

Fuck you, Glasses, this fight isn't over, just on hold. He still wants those cigarettes. In the mean time . . .

"Shoulder, huh?"

He wedges his foot under Gojyo's injured arm, either bracing Gojyo with his foot or maybe just stepping on him, it's kinda hard to tell.

"Quit bein' a little girl about it and gimme your hand."

He's not to to tell Nobu off. He's keeping his mouth shut so he doesn't bite his fucking tongue, but the glare is pretty goddamn eloquent. Here, asshole. That's as far as he can reach that hand up, just fucking do it already.

Assuming Tenpou doesn't get distracted by books, Kenren will be bothering him later to bring cigarettes to the pub. But while the boys are trying to fix that shoulder, he's just go watch, and yeah, he'll help prop Gojyo up while they walk to the bar.

Gojyo can take what comfort he can from the fact that Nobu actually does know what he's doing.

"Alright, quit your bitching and just try--"
Pop
"--to relax."

For one merciful moment, it may have even stopped hurting. Only for a moment, though; soft tissue injuries hurt like hell, don't they?

"Now where's that bar, so we can get some ice on this?"

Oh god. Oh god, gonna punch you so hard once he can move his arm again. Ow. Ow fuck ow.

"Fuck ice. Drink." At least it's stopped grinding against the socket. Yeah, Nobu, you're a bitch, but you do know what you're doing. "Need a fuckin' drink. Now."

Kenren, hope you know where the bar is. Gojyo can stand, and maybe even walk, but finding the bar? Yeah no. Lead the way, man.

"Follow me gentlemen, as a god of sake, I always know my way to the bar."

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