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[HEY NICE FLOOR mind if Henry bleeds on it? No? Awesome. It's just a nosebleed and a split lip, which goes nicely with his black eye.]

Oh, hey, this... is not the bathroom. Uh. Anybody got tissues?

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[He is so disappointed in that non-reaction. Damnit, his friends were wrong.]

Well, yeah. I'm mean, you're Arashi, right?

[oh, that's a nerve. he hates any suggestion that his reputation has, for whatever reason, preceded him.]

You don't have a concussion and the ice will keep the swelling down. Unless you have something important on your mind, I've got things to do.

Look, dude, my friends just told me you know this guy and, like, I just wanna talk to him? I'm not trying to piss you off here, really, I'm not.

Who are your friends, exactly?

I don't want them to get in trouble or nothing, they're just, like, my clubbing friends. They're, uh...

[He is trying to find a better way to say 'like you' and failing.]</small They're cool?

Your clubbing friends.

[that word could probably be said with more scorn, but not easily. never mind that he works in a club himself. there is a significant difference at work here and Arashi is never at a loss for derision.]

Why do you want to talk to him?

It's personal. I'm not a weirdo, I promise.

That is really the least of my concerns.

I wanna ask him a personal question, that's it. If he doesn't wanna answer it, that's cool, but that's all I want.

Then you'd better hope your paths just happen to cross one day.

Hey, you've probably heard this before, but did you know you're an asshole?

[the only response to that that's worth his time is a harsh snort.]

Keep the ice on that.

[god damn he hates this fucking place.]

[HEY HE DIDN'T MAKE YOU COME HERE, JERK. >:|]

I'm not stupid.

((sorry for the edit; i had second thoughts on it .-.))

Edited 2013-03-10 09:10 (UTC)

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