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[likethedead]

[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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[stormbelow]

[this glowering expression is going to stay right where it is, but Arashi has always harbored a minor (minor, minor, very minor) soft spot for scrawny young Asian kids out of their element. he's nepotistic like that.]

I should have had at least a week with them before this happened -- get off the floor. You need ice more than a tissue.

[likethedead]

[He gets up, if reluctantly. Unfortunately his mouth tends to run faster than his brain. It's a family trait.]

Do you order perfect strangers around normally, or...?

[stormbelow]

Every day. Sit over there.

[he's acquiring ice, at this point, since he doesn't trust the kid to do it himself. or properly, for that matter. the ice is wrapped up in a thin towel and Arashi knots it shut.]

Hold this next to your eye. [he holds up three fingers.] How many?

[likethedead]

[He snaps to it faster than he likes and obeys without a hint of hesitation.]

Three. Hey, uh, can I ask you a question...?

[stormbelow]

No. [not until he's certain that there's no brain damage involved here, anyway. it's always harder to tell with teenagers.] What's your name?

[likethedead]

Henry. Please? It's important to me.

[stormbelow]

Spell your name first.

[likethedead]

H-E-N-R-Y D-A-V-I-D S-U-G-I-H-A-R-A. Happy?

[stormbelow]

[okay, okay, eyeroll.] All right, yes, that's very impressive.

[....actually, wait a second.]

Your surname is Sugihara?

[likethedead]

It's a weird name, I know, I'm half-Japanese. Can I ask you a question now?

[stormbelow]

[it's a few moments of Arashi staring at him in utter silence before he gets any response.]

What is it.

[likethedead]

[Well now things just got... weird, okay. He takes his phone from his pocket, plays with it, and flips it to show Arashi a blurry side picture of what is obviously Harvestman.]

You know this guy?

[stormbelow]

[Arashi stares at the picture for, again, several moments of very conspicuous silence before glancing back at Henry, his expression a little more blank than irritated, now.]

Is that all you wanted to ask me?

[likethedead]

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

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

[stormbelow]

[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.

[likethedead]

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.

[stormbelow]

Who are your friends, exactly?

[likethedead]

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?

[stormbelow]

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?

[likethedead]

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

[stormbelow]

That is really the least of my concerns.

[likethedead]

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.

[stormbelow]

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

[likethedead]

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

[stormbelow]

[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.]