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[Who's here?!]

We've been found out?

[The owner of this voice, on the other hand, does not show up at the door. He's pushed himself into a half sit from where he's been lying on the floor and is squinting at the door in that rather comical way suspicious people do.

He proceeds to broadcast his desire to crawl (standing is a little hard right now) and go looking for one of the prototype blades because clearly these are enemies!! He may have just forgotten he's been told people were coming, preoccupied with his thoughts as he is.]

[Jason's question makes his gaze move back to him; from where they'd settled at further down the warehouse. Too-bright eyes search his face just fleetingly- solemn expression turning into something like sheepishness before his eyes move away again. This isn't exactly any of their finest moments. And Jason's right.]

I guess.

[He answers, allowing both Cissie and Jason inside- leaving the door open behind them. Probably for the best if anyone was going to get carried out. He says nothing else and moves his gaze to Seifer (Thankfully sitting as tight as he can, to not lose more blood) as he passes him- his attention moving to Squall.

He walks to him, and kneels by his side.
Playing... along would probably be best? Right?]

It's alright. It's not them. It's reinforcements. Medics.

[What's he scrabbling toward? Ah. Probably best to remove that blade.]

Edited 2019-09-05 10:54 (UTC)

[it's fine, cloud, it happens sometimes to even the best and jason's only judging a little bit. mostly he's alarmed at seifer's state, and being alarmed tends to make him a little gruffer than his normal resting grouch face.

so if seifer's the one needing stitched up and cloud's the personification of mayhem, that must mean squall's the one with the brain damage. jason gives cissie's hand a light squeeze and then unwinds his fingers from hers, focusing on their intended tasks here. with his best air of no nonsense, he points at squall.]

You. Sit. Before you break anything else.

[then he nods in acknowledgment to seifer.]

You're prob'ly gonna want her to do your stitches - they're prettier than mine.

[Squall is still suspicious but he does settle down when Cloud says reinforcements. He won't have to kill them. Good. He awkwardly flops into a sitting position, face scrunching at the dizziness that follows. Ugh. He feels sick. Moving wasn't the best idea.

He stares at Cloud pointedly even though Jason is the one being rude.]

Tell him there aren't any bones in the brain to break.

[hmph.]

The ones all around the outside of your thick head.

[Seifer calls back, then turning back to nod at Jason and Cissie he offers a shrug and nod back toward the lights and warmth near the forge itself.]

If we wanna get cozy. Don't got the power to light up this whole place.

[The small generator he's managed to drag down there does enough of a job for what he needs for now. Later he'll probably need to upgrade.]

How the hell'd you even find this place? I used to squat in buildings less condemned-looking than this when I was a kid.

[he might be exaggerating a little - doing a little brotherly ribbing, perhaps. better than yelling about carelessness, and when the hell did he turn into bruce? ugh.

jason slips his hoodie off - it's black, so at least dirt won't show - and rolls it into a makeshift pillow as he makes his way toward squall.]

Here, [he hands it toward him,] lie down and put that under your head. I'm gonna ask you some questions.

[He scowls at Jason and takes a few seconds too long before reaching for that hoodie, which he swipes unsuccessfully at before actually catching it.

... He's perfectly fine, okay?

He grunts as he lays it down by his head and kind of just rolls onto his side atop it. Comfy and...]

It smells.

[He wrinkles his nose but doesn't move.]

[wow squall, that's rude. jason's mouth purses tightly in disapproval.]

It's clean. Phantom smells are a sign of head trauma.

[not jason's manly musk or anything, jeez!! he moves to kneel on the floor.]

First question - what's your full name, age, rank, and service number?

Gross.

[Squall mutters, mostly in regards to the whole head trauma thing. Why isn't Dr. Kadowaki here? She'd fix him up. She always does.

He sighs in annoyance at the question. Does he have to? It takes him a moment to focus. His words come out slow as he struggles to remembers the order of Jason's questions and the correct answer to them.]

Squall Leonhart, seven-- eighteen, commander, student ID 41269.

[Y-yeah. He's just going to decline on telling Jason that, since he's certainly around to hear it, but his eyes do furrow a little bit when Squall mentions his age. ...He was really that young? It's. Kind of surprising.

It's not like he's not used to growing up fast. Hell. In his world, being in the army was pretty common at 15, and in Seifer and Squall's world, even younger. But Squall's got a kind of grimness, a weariness, to him. Same with Seifer, too. He'd have guessed they were much older.

But he stays quiet about that. It's not important. And it's a distraction away from the questions Jason is asking. So, he moves his eyes to Seifer- at least to confirm the number's correct.]

[Dr. Kadowaki is smart enough not to get pulled into their messes that's why she's not here to save their ass this time. Just going to have to try to find themselves a new hopefully reliable and trustworthy doctor. Eventually. For now they just need to deal with Squall's stupid broken head.

Seifer's just hanging back and watching, his usual scowling frown firmly in place. Truth be told he's worried, he just won't let it show. Though he does catch Cloud's look and offers the smallest of curt nods.

Yes, it's correct.]

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