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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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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--"
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"--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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