UN: Almasy - Audio

[firacrux]

Anyone out there know how to do stitches? Asking for a friend.

On a completely unrelated note what to do with a concussion and possible brain damage?

[Quieter.]

...The brain damage is old don't worry about it.

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[silentnarration]

[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.]

[firacrux]

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.]

[scathefires]

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.

[silentnarration]

[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.]

[scathefires]

[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?

[silentnarration]

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.

[bravers]

[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.]

[firacrux]

[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.]