video | after the Hotel Rescue Shenanigans

[rideme]

[It's evening, as evidenced by the general dim light in the room. The living room of Nonah #5 has been the scene of a lot of mayhem, and now doesn't seem to be any different.]

[There's a cut on the Iron Bull's face, and he's holding himself with the care of someone who knows damn well he's hurt something important and doesn't want to make any sudden motions. There may also be glass stuck in one of his horns. More small abrasions decorate his torso. Looks like the aftermath of Motorcycle vs. The Iron Bull didn't end well for anyone.]

[As he records, he's moving gingerly across the house to deposit one (1) unconscious lump of teenager -- namely the Problem Child Tetsuo himself -- into a room. Probably his own room. Only after that's done, does Bull address the camera.]

Hey. Got a message for you, network.

[One might say he forgot it was on, but it's also more likely this was purposeful. Demonstrating the kid is in hand, put somewhere safe and no longer charging through the streets.]

Dear Whoever the Fuck Made Tetsuo's Bike,

You should have made it Bull-Proof.

[It's at this point, he holds up a certain finger on the hand still possessing all of its fingers. Wow, Bull, stay classy. He's about to turn the feed off when someone else pipes in, from somewhere else in the house--]

And would someone come heal my big, dumb boyfriend! Please?

[THANKS CHARLIE. Bull makes a sudden face, and hurries to mash the OFF button.]

Comments

[resipiscent]

That's Kaneda's... friend, right?

[He feels like that word doesn't decribe their relationship correctly, but it's all he can think of right now.]

Also, Bull, if you need healing I can come over.

[rideme]

Something like that.

Hn. He might need it more than I do.

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Maybe, but you look wrecked.

[rideme]

I'm The Iron Bull.

I'll live.

[resipiscent]

Yeah, okay, but you're still a biological being with a skeleton. I'll heal you too.

[rideme]

All right, all right.

But this skeleton survived a dragon. Just sayin'.

[resipiscent]

I have a similar story, but I'm not stepping in front of bikes, either.

[rideme]

Probably for the best.

[resipiscent]

Anyway. I'll come over and heal you both, then.

[rideme]

Hey, appreciate it.

[resipiscent]

Well, you know. They talk about wearing our your welcome, and all that.

Give me twenty minutes?

[rideme]

Done. I'm not going anywhere.

[resipiscent]

Right.

[He half wants to make a joke about not letting Tetsuo go anywhere either, but maybe that's in bad taste, so he simply cuts the feed and heads over on his vespa. A little later, he's standing on their doorstep, Keyblade out, knocking firmly on the door.]

[rideme]

[There's a little while of silence before anyone answers the door. And when they do, it's Bull himself -- huge and looming and carrying a sledgehammer.]

[But once he sees who it is, he relaxes, nodding, and steps back to let the kid pass.]

[resipiscent]

[He can smell something bright and clean as he enters -- some type of magic, he's pretty sure, but the scent of blood is more obvious, and he looks over at Bull, raising an eyebrow.]

You look a little better than you did on the feed. Someone healed you already?

[rideme]

Yeah, Charlie. Someone taught him some healing magic somewhere along the line.

You can still come in, though.

[resipiscent]

Got it. Yeah, you could still use a little more, I'd say. Not that I'm a great healer myself or anything, but...