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House 1 is... number... 1??????

Who: Genjo Sanzo (

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What: Roommates Finding Out They're Roommates and The Chaos That Ensues
Where: House 1 in the Residential District
Warning(s): Smoking, Swearing, and the Pure Horror That Lambdadelta is Capable Of.

[It didn't take Sanzo long to find his home, it was one of the very first buildings on the block of the residential block after all.

Scratch that, it was absolutely the first house on the block.

But it was upon walking in that he soon realized how small and cramped it was. Not that it bothered him, cramped was comfortable. It was the overly extravagant and spacious that got to him. Actually, if you ignored the cracks in the walls and the slightly old and musty smell the place carried, it seemed to have it's own charm to it. Kind of.... Sort of.

At least at the moment it seemed he was all alone in it, and he knew better than to expect that that would always be the case. So, while he was able to enjoy his privacy, he decided to get to something that was plaguing his mind all day.

Taking a deep sigh, he stepped over to the couch and quickly threw the heavy camouflage jacket that he found off his body. The clothes he had found among the rubble and debris during their crash-land to the planet had spared him the shame of traveling to Olympia in tattered robes, but he was happy to get out of what he was wearing as quickly as possible.

Now, where could the bathroom be located in this shit-hole?]

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Fucking hell kid, are you suicidal or something? You know they make medicine for that.

[Which is also for pansy losers. Real men embrace their chronic depression-- BUT ANYWAY.]

Look, take it or don't, I'm not your keeper. I'm just sick of being stuck with a slob for a roommate and would enjoy living in a house with a clean living-room.

[Shit. He can feel himself sobering up a little. Maybe he should get more booze from the kitchen.]

[Maybe a little. But he'd like to be productively suicidal and waste his life for the good of others or something like that. Time to work.]

I see.

[He does the Yusei-equivalent of an eye-roll, which is some weird cross between an eyebrow raise and looking off to the side at the first aid items, before picking said items up.]

I'll be in the kitchen.

[So if you wanna get some booze, you're gonna have to go through him. Who, by the time Sanzo probably decides to go in there, may or may not be using a procured set of tweezers from one of the kitchen drawers to attempt digging out the bullet on his own before he uses the supplies to close the wound for good.

Gods, Yusei.]

[.... Goddamn it.]

Oy. No you don't, the kitchen was where I was planing on going.

[He mentally called dibs. You can't just take a mans ideas like that.

Whatever. He's just going to follow you, no matter how awkward it is. He'll just head toward the fridge and grab his beer and--]

.... What the fuck are you trying to do?

[... Tweezers? Directly into the wound by yourself?

Okay. That's kind of hard core.]

Getting this out. I don't want to heal up with it stuck in there.

[That might lead to all sorts of problems. But goddammit, if he can sit through several hours of surgery to remove jagged shards of metal out of his intestines with no anesthesia, he can fucking do this. It's just one fucking bullet.

It's just that it's in an awkward place and he's having a hard time seeing what he's doing, ugh.]

Tsssff... [Yeah, he missed grabbing it again.]

[Damn. You're tougher than he made you out to be kid. Props.]

Here. Hold on a second.

[You know what? Fuck beer. This calls for some heavy liqueur. He's going to reach into the cabinet and pull out some of the strong stuff. Popping off the top and swigging down a gulp of it before walking up to Yusei.]

Drink this.

[You want some booze kid? Cause this is going to hurt.]

[Yusei holds the bottle quizzically. He gets the idea-booze yourself up so you don't feel the pain of what you're going through. It's a pretty common idea in Satellite. Still...]

I'd rather keep my wits about me for this. Otherwise, I'll never get this out...

[Afterwards, though...hell, he'll drink the entire damn bottle if you want.]

Hmph. Suit yourself brat.

[Okay. Admittedly, that small act had managed to garner quite a bit of respect from Sanzo. Really? You sure you want to do this with nothing to dull the senses? Suit yourself, although it's probably going to hurt like all hell.]

I'd find something to bite down on then, if I were you. Before you end up choking on your own tongue from the pain.

[And with that he takes a swig down of the stuff himself before kneeling down close to Yusei.]

Pass me the tweezers and tell me when you're ready.

Hmn.

[And who's fault is it that he's in pain to start with? But whatever, Yusei's not going to antagonize him anymore, and he gives Sanzo a once over to see just how steady this guy's hand is after taking a couple of swigs. Can you really get this out without causing more damage...?

Still, he eventually hands the tweezers over-he's not going to make any progress himself with that wound's position, and there's only so much charity he suspects Sanzo is willing to give. The bloodied rag he was using before still has some clean spots, so wringing it out before putting it in his mouth is the quickest option he can take.]

Knock yourself out.

[Excuse you. He was drunk and you pissed him off. Also you told him to do it and he warned you he would in advance. Almost none of this was on him save for the fact that he pulled the trigger. Just be happy you're not dead right now.

Taking the tweezers he moved over to Yusei's side to further examine the wound. It didn't hit anything vital but due to the close range of the blast the hole was still fairly large. Not a bad thing considering he'd have to wiggle the tweezers around in there a little.]

Sorry in advance. It's going to get a little messy.

[But this wasn't the worst way he's ever extracted a bullet. He could think of a few people he helped out that had a way harder time. Hell, even himself at one point...

Leaning in, he reached into his robes to pull out-- reading glasses. Putting them on and squinting slightly as he pressed the tweezers against the open wound, feeling it out.]

Messy is better than dead.

[His words sound muffled with the rag in his mouth, but they're steady enough. He's seen worse. At least you're focusing, if the glasses mean anything.

The open wound twinges painfully as Sanzo presses the tweezers against them, and Yusei winces slightly at the touch. They feel cool against his skin, even with his own dried blood already warming them.

He can handle this. It's not bad enough to bite the rag yet, but he's steeling himself for when it becomes necessary.]

Hmph. True enough.

[Although Sanzo doubted this measly hole was enough to kill anyone, even a little punk like Yusei. None the less, he couldn't help but smirk a little to the response. His tweezers slowly starting to dig into the wound, feeling around for the sudden sensation of metal against metal. Seeing it was such close range it had to be deep, but it didn't go through which perhaps meant it was stopped by bone?]

All right, here we go.

[And so, with that knowledge in mind, did he grab Yuseis shoulder with his other hand for support, before digging the tweezers deep into the wound. Probably making it bleed slightly more in the process.]

[Probably a good thing, that. Yusei wouldn't particularly be happy about losing the use of his arm if the bone had broken.

Yusei visibly winces and grunts when the tweezers dig into his wound, but tries to hold his body still even as more blood sluggishly leaks out. There's nothing to do but to grit his teeth and hold on at this point.]

[Just a little more Yusei, he almost has this. Or at least that seems to be the case as his eyebrows furrowed with concentration. Digging around a little further, he finally feels a small scraping bump. Thankfully there seemed to be no shattering from the bullet, and it didn't seem to embed in the bone so--]

You lucky little bastard.

There's going to be blood once I remove this thing, so get ready to put pressure on it with that rag. We'll disinfect it and wrap it up once the spurting stops.

[Yusei lets out a small "heh" at that comment.]

I'ffe been called ffhat beffore.

[oh right, the rag is still in his mouth. Oh well, his meaning is blatant enough. Yusei nods seriously when the directions are given-it sounds about right, and his hands tense in preparation for the next step.]

Have you now?

[Truthfully? Sanzo could see it. Yusei seemed to be the type to get himself into a lot of unnecessary trouble fairly often. Luck was something that was almost necessary for survival with those sorts of people.

Darwinism can suck it as long as dumb luck is on your side.

Digging the tweezers in deeper, his eyes squinted and his other arm held Yuseis shoulder still. It took a bit of finagling, but with a bit of concentration Sanzo had successful obtained a grasp on the bullet.]

All right, here we go now.

[And with a slow and steady yoink does the monk begin to extract the bullet from the teen he just shot.]

A few times.

["A few." This goddamn liar. Even without dueling, he's gotten out of several lucky scrapes. He'd laugh, but Sanzo's starting to pull out the bullet, and he has to bite down on the rag just to make sure he doesn't lose concentration. It's not nearly as bad as the surgery, but it's not like Yusei wants to imagine pain worse than what he's feeling right now.

Prying the bullet loose unblocks whatever artery it had jammed up, causing more blood to leak out the wound even as Sanzo works at prying it out.]

I can see that.

[Kid you are a serious trouper. With one slow but final tug was Sanzo able to loosen the bullet from the wound. Ignoring the splatter of blood that came out with it for a second in order to place the little ball of led someplace safe.

And then, with a little more urgency, did he reach around to grab the torn fabric from Yuseis mouth.]

Let go. I need this again.

[Yusei immediately lets go after a single tug, trying not to disturb his bleeding arm as he reaches out for the first aid kit. Disenfectants, gauze, whatever...as long as he can use it to get this stopped up, it'll work...]

Gh...the hard part's done with....

That's right brat. Now you just have to heal.

[And what do you think you're doing making a grab for those supplies on your own? He's not chopped liver you know.

Taking the disinfectant from under Yuseis hand he popped it open.]

This'll sting like a bitch but it's better than what you already felt.

[And he'll just casually pour the bottle over the wound without a care in the world.]

[Yusei likes to expedite the process.

...He winces when the bottle is poured over his wound, though, for more reasons than one.]

Isn't doing it this way...wasteful...?

[Seriously, dude. How much disinfectant did you just dump on his shoulder? Half the bottle?]

Better safe than sorry. It's a pretty fucking big hole in your arm and if it gets infected then there'd be no point in everything we did to help you heal up. Drink this.

[Quickly he passed a small bottle over to Yusei, before making a grab for the sterile wrapped bandages in the first aid kit.]

It tastes like shit but it should help close the wound pretty damn fast.

[He's hoping that eventually he can get them to make this medicine in grape flavor.]

[There's being safe, and then there's this, Yusei thinks, but it's already wasted and if he spends more time complaining he'll bleed out and waste all the effort he'd gone through.

He shrugs and opens the bottle.]

...Lysa's medicine.

[Well, he knows what to expect from that, even if he hasn't taken it himself before. You'd better have left enough alcohol to wash this down after all this is done, old man.

It says something about Yusei that he downs the contents of the small bottle like a shot. He doesn't grimace, exactly, but there is a definite crinkling around his eyes and he falters in scrabbling for the bandages long enough that Sanzo is able to grab them without interference.

Grape flavor can't help this.]

Edited 2017-09-28 16:05 (UTC)

[Don't worry brat. Drinks are on him as soon as all this bullshit is handled and done with. But for now he's contentedly wrapping up your shoulder with the experience of a man who's done this far too many times in his life.]

Had that shit before huh?

[Sanzo needed it himself when he first landed. It didn't help that he was still scarred up from his battle back home when he first woke up in the pods. But spraining his arm during the fall only made things worse.

It tasted like shit, and he regretted the time spent after taking it due to how nauseous he felt. But for a wound like this it was worth it.]

There. That should about do it.

[Blegh. He's feeling dizzy already. The tightness of the bandages being wrapped around his arm is the only comfort at the moment, it's almost reassuring in how well they're wrapped.]

No. [Give him a second, even speaking with the taste in his mouth is making him queasy.] Helped administer it, once. Side effects were...something. [They sure were.]

Yeah, tell me about it. Some brat convinced me to take it and the next thing I knew he was literally dragging me around trying to get me a hotel room to rest.

[None the less, it healed physical wounds quick. So it was perfect for this situation.]

Vomit on the floor though and I'm making you clean that too.

[Sanzo is the best care-giver.]

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