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[ When Sefton appears on the Plane, he looks shaken. He's behind the theater, which is convenient, since he automatically slouches his left side against it—and immediately pulls back with a quiet "ow" and settles for placing his back on the wall instead.

He slides down and curls his legs close up to his chest. ]

That can't be right... I mean, those people were— [ He pauses, realizing he's not sure who 'those people' actually are, but seems perturbed nonetheless. Then he wraps his right arm around his legs while kind of letting his left one lay out next to him (anyone paying close enough attention might notice some bandages wrapped around his arm, peeking out from under his sleeve, or applied just under the collar of his shirt). ] ... Sorry. Didn't mean to.

[ Sefton's angst obviously means he should be bugged—distractions would do him good right now. As it was and as it always will be, standard Sefton disclaimer applies. ]

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[hostclubmommy.livejournal.com]

[Kyouya looks a bit startled]

I suppose I will have to get you a better first aid kit. Can you tell me the extent of the injury?

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[ —!! Sefton jerks his head up, then averts his eyes, almost... guiltily? ] S'nothing. Just bruised worse th'n I thought it would. [ A whole lot worse.

... which is kind of what happens when you go at that speed on ATs and collide into the ground at double the impacting power, but he's not gonna say that. ]

[hostclubmommy.livejournal.com]

[His smile seems tolerant, as if he hasn't noticed anything, as if he is used to dealing with stubborn idiots. Which, of course, he is.]

Have you seen professional medical help for it yet?

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... No? [ Agh, don't make it into a question. The last thing he needs right now is to be strongarmed into going to the doctor's again. Let's try that again. ] I haven't.

[hostclubmommy.livejournal.com]

[the smile remains balanced]

Is there any particular reason you haven't gone?

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[ And he gives a sour look to no one in particular—because he's still not looking at Kyouya. ]

Don't like doctors. Don't have the cash. [ One-shouldered shrug. ]

[hostclubmommy.livejournal.com]

An injury like that won't cost very much. I can give you a loan, no interest.

[the demonic 'sell your soul to the devil' look he gives Haruhi is hidden away, but there is something amused in his tone]

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No thanks.

[ He's not about to forget the somewhat-frightening look he got into Kyouya's psyche anytime soon—especially not after he knocked into him as he did. Sefton figures that even if there's no interest, there's always a catch. ]

[hostclubmommy.livejournal.com]

[the catch is that Kyouya wants to own your soul]

Then I suppose I'll just have to borrow supplies from the company again. Regrettably, I'm not trained in medicine and I can't bring you to one of the family hospitals, but I have enough background to give you some assistance.

[somehow, despite the smile, it comes across a bit like an ultimatum]

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[ it's more like Sefton would own Kyouya's if he keeps getting close

Sefton narrows his eyes, finally looking at Kyouya again. ]

... Wh-what? No. Said it's nothing.

[hostclubmommy.livejournal.com]

[the amusement is now showing fully]

You'll forgive me if I find that very hard to believe.

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[ ffffffft ]

'm fine.

[formervanguard.livejournal.com]

H-Hey!

[Marta rushes over, looking worried.]

Oh no, you're hurt...what happened?

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[ Ugh. Sefton reaches a little further and tugs his sleeve down over the bandage, while trying to scoot a little to the side as Marta gets closer. ]

Nothing.

[formervanguard.livejournal.com]

That doesn't look like nothing... [She shakes her head, holding a hand out, palm up.] I can heal it.

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[ He gives the hand a glare. He's a little off-kilter at the moment and being touched is the very last thing he wants. ] It's fine. It'll heal on its own.

[formervanguard.livejournal.com]

What...? But, it'll stop hurting! You'll be better! Please?

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It doesn't hurt. 'm fine.

[formervanguard.livejournal.com]

[She frowns at him, not understanding why he wouldn't want an injury to be healed instantly... but she takes a step back and lowers her hand, as well as her gaze.]

Alright. ...But, what happened?

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Just fell. Landed on my arm. That's all.

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

[How about that guy walking by...

... on fire? Honestly, some people just have no manners...

Strangely, he seems unaffected by it. He's whistling. And juggling two bladed round things that look very sharp.]

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[ Sefton almost doesn't notice, as he is too wrapped up in his angsting, but when he does, he simply... stares.

Why is it he can almost forget how crazy this place is? It really shouldn't be getting normal for him. Really. ]

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

[Well, there's your distraction.

Axel glances over at Sefton and nearly keeps walking, but as he lifts his hand in a wave, he notices some bandages. With a snap, the fires extinguish, along with the weapons.]

You look like you just got mugged.

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[ Sefton looks away and tries tugging at the end of his sleeve when Axel notices. The fact that the guy can apparently control fire and sharp objects is worrying, but Sefton tries not to linger on that. ]

S'nothing.

[formervanguard.livejournal.com]

That may be all, but it can still hurt. [She sighs.] Why are you being so stubborn about it?