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[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

[Zeronos staggers away from where he left the ZeroLiner's back car he'll get it back into his own reality eventually, with a bleeding stab wound in his abdomen. He pulls the card out of the belt buckle, and it seems to just dissolve into nothing. He pulls the belt off next, ending the transformation, and revealing Ryotarou as the one underneath the costume — he has a slash wound very close to the previously mentioned stab wound, and he looks in bad shape.]

H-help. Please...

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[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

It's fine. Just make sure you see someone who knows what they're doing soon.

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

I-I will. I just need to.. catch my breath.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

Alright- just make sure you don't leave it too long.

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

Right. [nods a little, leaning his head forward again and just taking a little bit to let the painkillers work]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[He gives him a few minutes before crouching next to him again.] ...feeling any better?

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

All things considered... [nods]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

Good... pleased to hear it.

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

I should probably... [winces and carefully tries to get up] ... go find someone who can help more with this, now.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

Probably a good idea. Need help finding someone?

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

[thinks about that for a second] ... Maybe. That would be a good idea.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Nods, crouching so he can help him stand properly.]

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

[Takes the help gratefully.]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Continues to support him even after he's standing, looking thoughtful as he tries to work out where they might find someone.]

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

[Ryotarou, for his part, just tries to keep from stumbling or anything. Even if the bleeding has been stemmed and the wounds cleaned, it still hurts.]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Ianto knows this, and suspects it might be best to leave him somewhere comfortable whilst he finds someone. He also knows exactly what he feels like after being stabbed, and decides it might do Ryotarou good as well. So off to the Plane's bar it is. \o/]

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

[Ryotarou recognizes the bar, and remembers the last time he was here. Firo got him drunk fshkln] Um...?

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Sitting him down on a bar stool, and looking through the bottles.] Just a shot of some sort of spirit. It'll help steady you a bit. You're over eighteen, aren't you?

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

Steady..? Ah. Not over, but... [nods?]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Nods slightly, getting two glasses from behind the bar.] Eighteen? That's fine. Scotch, whiskey, brandy...?

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

Um... [looks clueless]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

...whiskey, then. Penderyn?

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

[small, uncertain nod; still no idea what Ianto's talking about, really]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Ianto's gathered that. So he hands him a glass with barely more than a couple of sips inside.]

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

[Ryotarou takes the glass and drinks it all at once, coughing once he's done, but then just leaning on the bar]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Draining his own glass easily before glancing over at him.] Did that help at all?