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Who: Jean-Jacques Leroy (

underwhelms) & his entourage
What: Explosion and sickness stuff.
When: October.
Where: Olympia & Wyver
Warning(s): N/A

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You're in my house, idiot. [ Chuuya snaps at him from above, a little peeved that JJ had automatically assumed the worst when he was kind enough to carry the guy into his bed. He looks down at JJ's face, then knocks him lightly on the head with the intention to make him more alert. ]

You passed out for ages.

[ stop ]

What?

[ There's a slight throb where Chuuya had hit him, but JJ's used to getting banged up so he doesn't notice it too acutely.

He's more alarmed that the other man had turned to violence in the first place. ]

Did you hit me?

[ He's a little embarassed that he had been startled to the point of using brute force, but he also isn't about to admit to his mistakes. ]

What did you expect? You were trying to tackle me. [ More like: JJ was about to fall on him. From a small person's perspective, though, it felt like he was being ambushed. ]

[ JJ just groans again, because he's a drama queen. And also, he does feel a little sad that Chuuya would've gone as far as hitting him like that, though Chuuya had obviously taken action to take care of him afterwards, carrying him into the room and letting him rest on his bed.

But he hit him, and that feels a little uncalled for. ]

Why would I try to tackle you? You think I'd try to hurt you?

[ He's your buddy... They went out for handwaved coffee. ]

[ Coffee tastes best when assumed that it had happened. ]

No. [ Stop calling him out?!? He doesn't want to admit he's wrong. ] You just -- You just caught me by surprise!

[ There. He admitted to his mistake. It's kind of embarrassing, so he was hoping JJ would just accept his previous answer. ]

[ Is that really admitting to a mistake when he's just making more excuses...

But it's fine, since JJ isn't actually mad or hurt by the gesture. Maybe it's because he's so out of it, or maybe it's because he's so starved for affection that even Chuuya's abuse looks appealing right now, but he just smiles, looking sly. ]

Oh, did I scare you?

[ That's so cute. ]

You hit pretty hard for a little guy.

[ He was going to give JJ a small wet towel to clean up his face with, but now that JJ's basically insulted him he drops it on the guy's face instead. ]

I've been training my whole life. Of course I know how to throw a punch. [ He's not going to tell JJ just what he was honing up his fighting skills for, though. Probably not a good idea to go telling a normie you're mafia. ] You're lucky I didn't kill you.

[ He would never do that. He does throw a heavy punch, though, and normal people are so fragile. ]

Hey!

[ JJ sputters when Chuuya drops the towel on his face, though his smile does fade even as he lifts it back up, leaving the cool cloth on his forehead.

He relaxes them on the bed, fatigue starting to catch up to him, though he's still very much here to socialize. ]

You could kill someone with a punch? Why would you want to do that?

[ Kill someone that is... ]

[ Given his lack of medical expertise, there's really nothing that he can do for JJ other than give him a place to rest. He'll also pour him some warm water, maybe. All he really has in his house is coffee and wine, and those don't exactly make very good remedies for sickness.

... Not that Chuuya wouldn't drink wine anyway, while sick. He plops onto the chair beside JJ, resting his legs on the table. He also starts to light up a cigarette. ] The fact that you have to ask that just tells me you had a pretty comfy life before the Storm hit you.

[ Chuuya isn't even trying, what a pal. But it's fine, because for once JJ isn't playing up his condition and whining for attention, mostly because he's fairly sure Chuuya would either hit him again or ignore him, so instead he just huffs and frowns. ]

Is that a bad thing? Would you want someone to live a life where they need to kill people?

[ He says it lightly, because the entire idea is surreal. Even following the terrorist attack and all the monsters they face after the drop, it just doesn't feel real. Chuuya's too normal to be a killer.

Even if he smokes.

Which JJ isn't going to stand for, pushing himself up so that he can swipe the cigarette before Chuuya can light it. ]

What are you doing? I'm an athlete. You can't poison my precious lungs with your secondhand smoke.

[ It definitely isn't a bad thing. It's just so far off from the life he knows that he's trying to conceptualize it. He doesn't get a chance to respond, because the cigarette in his hand has suddenly disappeared. ]

What are you -- Hey! [ The nerve of this man! It's his first instinct to hit him again, but Chuuya eases up instead. There's no honor in hitting someone who's already weakened. He'll let JJ off because the guy is sick. ]

Fine. I'm only listening to you 'cause you're sick. [ He would have no qualms smoking around JJ later on, when he gets well. Chuuya signals at him to return the cigarette. Every stick counts when aren't making bank. ]

You should listen to me because I'm right.

[ Regardless, JJ lets Chuuya take the cigarette back before easing onto the bed again.

He drapes the towel back over his eyes, hands coming to rest on his stomach as he sighs. It would be easy to drift off to sleep, and he's already halfway to it, the excitement of his entry into the apartment catching up to him, but he clings to consciousness. ]

So. [ It doesn't take him long to figure out how to break the silence. ] We all know that I'm engaged. What about you? Are you dating anyone?

[ JJ looks worse for wear, and it doesn't take a genius to realise he may be sick. He should really shut up and go back to sleep. That's the first thing that comes to Chuuya's mind when his friend opens his mouth again.

He also did not know JJ was engaged. Did that happen before or after the Storm? ]

No. Why're we suddenly talking about this? [ He's been on a few dates, but his love life so far is sorely empty. ]

[ It's not like he asked Chuuya what weird fetishes he had, JJ gives Chuuya a blank look. ]

This is pretty normal topic of conversation! But if being single makes you embarrassed, we can talk about something else. Are you in school? It doesn't seem like it. Did you just start working after high school?

[ Pay attention to him... He puts a tender hand on Chuuya's knee to make sure that he doesn't just get up and walk away. ]

It doesn't make me -- [ And now the topic's changed. For a guy who's supposedly sick, JJ seems so strangely energetic. Chuuya lets out a sigh, glancing at the hand on his knee. ]

I never went to school. Like, at all. I was taught whatever I need to know privately. [ He'll indulge him with that answer, and then he puts the towel over JJ's eyes again. ] Aren't you supposed to be sick?

You never went to school?

[ JJ's in the process of sending Chuuya a concerned look when the towel is dropped on his face, and he frowns.

He plans to pursue that but... well, he can't resist the conversation taking a turn towards him. ]

I am sick. Should I be sadder and more pathetic so you can fuss over me? [ He smirks a little, lifting the towel so that he can wink at Chuuya. ] I'd like the attention, so I can do that.

Idiot. The more you whine, the more I'm just going to ignore you. [ Which is ... probably true. Chuuya's not ignoring him now, at least. He's setting by the chair beside him, intent on keeping the guy company. ]

How do you feel, though?

Not great. [ JJ sets a hand over the towel on his forehead, rubbing his temples before letting his hand drop. ] It's always too hot or too cold, and like my lungs are full of gunk. My eyes always feel hot...

[ He presses the heels of his palms into his eyes again, sighing. ]

Makes me miss my family too.

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