soul_campaign | 22nd January | Video - Immediately following the earthquake

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22nd January | Video - Immediately following the earthquake

[ The video feed flickers on to that same face, more grumpy than usual, poking at an open and still bleeding scratch on the high point of Hiei's cheek bone. The smaller demon looks a little disgruntled, a little sleepy, despite the fact that his arm and face are clearly scratched and scraped as if he's fallen and bleeding.

He doesn't seem to pay it much mind other than persistently wiping away the blood that attempts to run down his face, not so secretly sticking that same finger in his mouth as if everyone here cleans themselves up the demon way. ]

What the hell is going on in this place? I try to take a nap in a tree and wake up in time to barely save my head from the walking path. [ The camera angle changes, moving away from the small demon and panning over to a large crack that has formed in the park's shifting Earth, not too far away from Hiei's feet or where he landed. ]

It appears the city may have a new gorge forming shortly, unless I am mistaken.

[ And then, almost grudging. ] Where is the closest clinic?

Filtered to Kurama:

Where are you?

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[Kurama issues a soft sigh. Truthfully, he knows enough to at least diagnose whether or not Hiei has a concussion. And really, he shouldn't be surprised Hiei is going to resist going by all but kicking and screaming (and were it anyone but Kurama, he probably would kick, at least).]

I'll do my best, but if I can't help you like this, will you go?

... If it's my only option. [ But he's frowning anyway, already displeased by even the thought of it. It's usually as simple as taking a few draughts of Kurama's herbs, and that was it besides sleeping it off. So now, to be faced with doctors and actual medicines of the human world... isn't all that pleasing.. ]

Fair enough. [Kurama checks to ensure Hiei's bleeding has stopped, and folds the blood-stained kerchief.] Can you walk?

Yes. [ Like he's had about one too many drinks, but hey, it's walking isn't it? So in all technicality, he can walk, even if he's on a bit of unsure footing. It still isn't too bad, so far as he's concerned. ]

.. Are you sure the apartment is safe to return to?

[Sign number one- unsteadiness/dizziness. This is looking bad already. But, Kurama doesn't say anything for now. Instead he offers an arm to steady his companion.]

It's there or the clinic. The structural damage hasn't been too severe on any of the buildings I've seen so far, despite the facial damage.

[ He gives a dismissive glance to that arm the other offered, brows raising as if to say 'are you serious?' even if his mouth wouldn't. He's determined to walk on his own, damn it, and the only way Kurama is going to stop him is by forcing him to walk with assistance. ]

... The apartment first. We aren't that high up.

[Fine, Hiei. But if you so much as start to fall, Kurama's going to carry you. So mind your step.]

Alright. Don't walk too fast.

Hn. [ Of course he does the opposite of what he's told, determined to prove that he's fine, damn it. Which automatically seems to fail, as his feet seem to mix themselves up, and he ends up pretty much tripping over his own two feet.

Welp. Looks like he's being carried. ]

[Kurama reaches forward without thinking, passively noting his reaction time is slower than he'd like. Still he makes it to Hiei before he reaches the ground, and leans in to catch him. And -- yep.

Kurama moves to hoist Hiei bride-style into his arms. At least it's not too far to the apartments.

No complaining, Hiei.]

[ He doesn't seem to know what to do in the span of time between being caught from his fall and hoisted up, though when he recognizes that he's being carried, he's very unhappy. ]

Kurama!! [ If Kurama wasn't.. Kurama.. he'd be kicking and punching by now. ]

Put me down! Now!

Enough. [Kurama's voice is gentle but firm, and his grip doesn't give.] It's only because it's you that I'm not taking you to the clinic.

And it's only because it's you that I haven't punched your lights out!

Put. Me. Down! [ Nope. It's not that easy to settle him, Kurama.]

Of course I will.

As soon as we get back to the apartments. It will go much faster if you remain still.

Kurama - ! [ He decides to try to struggle to be released before resulting to his more natural reaction which is something between just, you know, lashing out with a punch. ]

[Kurama doesn't have any hands free to block, and being so close, it's hard for Hiei to miss. And Hiei being a seasoned fighter, well...

Kurama is at least careful to set Hiei down upright, rather than unceremoniously dropping him on his rear, and he raises a hand to his mouth gingerly.

That was uncalled for, Hiei. >:c ]

[ It was a love tap. >:C

He moves a bit away from him as he's set down, face set in a frown. He's not going to apologize for popping Kurama in the mouth, it seems, even though he's very much unsteady on his feet for a few moments, at least before his back straightens and he's feigning that he's absolutely fine. ]

You can't say that I didn't warn you.

[Lies.

Kurama glances to his hand, then licks at the corner of his lips. Despite the brief altercation, he smiles - although the glint of his eyes is a little dangerous. He says nothing about the strike, instead glancing down as if to wordlessly point out Hiei is unsteady on his feet.]

Shall we then?

[ Hiei looks displeased at that smile, as if he wanted Kurama to admit that it hurt, or something equally silly, lip raising in a bit of a snarl at the pointed glance.

But stubbornly he turns to walk, even if he seems a bit like he's drunk, and he's paying particular attention to where each foot is placed in front of the other -

damn it he's doing it himself. ]

[Kurama will be there, patient (for some reason), and walking half a step behind the other, ready to grab him if he seems about to fall again.]

[ He seems quite determined to walk on his own, but well, he eventually ends up tripping again.

You're a failure at acting, Hiei. >:C ]

[Kurama seems to have gained enough patience to not just scoop up and haul off Hiei this time. Instead, he moves to catch his companion with one arm swept around his shoulder.] Hiei...

[The black-haired teen's expression becomes one of concern, though it's subtle.] You're injured. Let me help.

I'm fine! [ He'd insist that even if he was dying, though, so it doesn't mean much. But it seems that he's more content with being helped this way, even if he's fiercely frowning. At least he isn't throwing punches and growling like before. ]

You can't even walk a straight line. [Logic, don't argue with it, Hiei.]

Your point? I'll be fine in a few minutes - why do you feel the need to treat me like a child?

If I were treating you like a child, we would be at the clinic now. [But they'll continue their walk to their apartments, arm held out lightly to the other for Hiei to balance with.]

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