(catch-all/open) hold up, i'm invincible

[invinciblemikey]

Who: manjiro sano, you hopefully
Where: the fishing competition, the caves, an open field
What: trying to get some more cr going, so exploring and training!
Warnings: mikey deals with trauma, dissociation, violence, death, and gang activity. there's also underage smoking in this log! if anything else pops up, i'll warn on the subject of the comment in question! he's a crau too, so this is not a warning for content, just here to avoid confusion in canon/crau stuff!

Comments

[prophylactic]

....Really? I'm like twice your size. Of course I could stop you. Probably with one arm.

[invinciblemikey]

Try.

[prophylactic]

What, why? I said it was fine.

[invinciblemikey]

Aren't you twice my size, super strong, oh my? Lemme see.

[prophylactic]

[getting some real akihiko "fight me because we made eye contact" sanada energy from this petite princess right now!!]

In here? No way. I don't want to step in your friend's messy shit.

[invinciblemikey]

If you don't fight me, I'm going to start hitting on you. You're cute like that.

(HE'S WITHERING. SHINJIRO PLEASE!!)

[prophylactic]

Those options are both for you... I said not in here.

[please, if he must tussle he will tussle responsibly. outside.]

[invinciblemikey]

Then let's go outside. Come, come, come.

(oh, sleepy mikey is grabbing him by the wrist, dragging him with him.)

[prophylactic]

[he's going, he's going?? he wishes he could be surprised about how his day has gone when he just wanted to deliver some tasty treats.]

You're such a pain. You got rules for fights?

[invinciblemikey]

No, you can even kill me, I don't care.

(WHICH IS SO MORBID, BECAUSE. WELL.

he just knows shinjiro couldn't.)

[prophylactic]

Idiot. I'm not gonna kill you.

[couldn't nothing, he will straight up refuse. at least pretend to be a little normal about this, mikey.]

So you just go 'til one guy drops?

[invinciblemikey]

Till you drop, yep. Ready?


(he's doing his weird stretches again. shinjiro say prayers)

[prophylactic]

[he's fine, his face can take a beating that his broken ribs cannot, it's fine. shinji does not ever in his life... do stretches, but is at least practiced in the art of Squaring Up. c'mon mikey, swing first.]

Sure. C'mon, let's do this.

[invinciblemikey]

Ok.

(sweet summer shinjiro.

it's the kick to the temple that mikey employs as a tactic, his leg angled perfectly as it lands as fast as he can.

not as strong as he can. he was merciful. shinjiro is cute. he just wanted to show off.)

[prophylactic]

[well.

he's not expecting a kick to the head, points to mikey for that. he'll decide whether he's impressed or not after he tilts to one side some, not quite a stagger - he is a tank, thank you - and blinks out of it for a split second.

okay— well while mikey is in range, shinji goes to grab the front of his shirt and yank him into position to headbutt him. not to smash his face in, just to prove a point.]

[invinciblemikey]

(it's more so mikey can see if he will be impressed, i'm sorry shinjiro, he's being so nice. he even smiles at the headbutt, feeling a bit of warmth from the blood that trickles down his shirt.

the poor ribs. mikey pushes, solely to get away from the grasp, and the next thing is a flying kick, his ankle hooking to shinjiro's neck to bring him to the ground.)

[prophylactic]

[shinji is still seeing stars, anyone's guess how much of that is from the first kick and how much is from smashing his head into mikey's, but oop - the second kick drags him forward just enough to do something awful to his disproportionately damaged ribs. he wheezes and doubles over, stumbling a step before he hits the ground on one knee.

okay. well. he holds a hand up, covering his mouth with the other, still wheezing.]

...Fuck. Hold on— I'm out.

[thanks for nothing, busted ribs!! this is not his shortest fight of all time, but, welp.]

[invinciblemikey]

(mikey approaches, but not with the intent to harm further, or to continue a won battle. not really. it's to gently run his hand on shinjiro's back, like someone who tells the other did a good job, and to soothe.

man, it must have hurt.)

Yep. Told ya. Hold on--

(let mikey take his charm, so he can call baji. it's quick, at least, almost like he'll leave him yapping at the short notice, which he knows for a fact will happen.)

Bajs, you there? Come outside the inn. Help me treat a friend. He withstood two kicks from me, so he's gonna need it. If you call back, I'm not listening. Love you. Bye.

[prophylactic]

[shinji shifts to sit completely on the ground, giving mikey a vague grunt when he feels the hand on his back. that's, hm, something? he's never gotten a "good job" after getting kicked in the head before, so: a grunt.

also his ribs are going to actually kill him if he does anything more than grunt right now, so give him time to breathe. and cough. and breathe some more.

perhaps, maybe, he should deal with the ribs. like, privately, what is this--]

....What are you doing.

[koutsuanzen]

[...Well, that's a hell of a message to get. But Baji does do a double-take.

Withstood? Two???

Ah, shit. That's just laymen's terms for internal injuries, ain't it? They ain't fought too long ago either; his ribcage certainly remembers.

So, without much ado, out comes Baji not much later and without a call back, his mouth already set off-kilter, his hands deep into his pockets. It doesn't take long to find the flash of blond hair, low to the ground, and its... prey, he supposes, sittin' on his ass flat on the ground.

But, as advertised, the other guy is still awake. That's saying something.]

...he's a friend, you said? [Baji's unceremonious greeting.] Does your friend got all his bones in tact still, or yet-to-be-determined?

[invinciblemikey]

Taking care of you, by not being the one to take care of you. Duh.

(it's literally the least he can do, isn't it? it was him who annoyed shinjiro to fight and the reason he's wheezing on the grass, wasn't he? so, well, at least it doesn't take much.

but look, isn't mikey happy to see him.)

Yet to be determined. Yo, Shinji, your bones worse?

(there, there, a pat, another pat.)

Bajs, you actually listened to my Gramps. You remember the first-aid stuff, right? I spaced the fuck out.

[prophylactic]

I can take care of myself.

[see, he's still conscious, he can do this. now there's another guy here, and shinji is determined to... grunt again and look elsewhere, while the two of them talk about him over his head. that's actually completely fine by him - he would like to, hm, not participate, that's the ideal amount of participating for him--]

My bones are fine. [........okay,] They're not any worse than before you kicked me in the head.

[give him a moment to massage his jaw, hm, nope, it's still in one piece-- anyway, fine:]

Had some broken ribs already.

[koutsuanzen]

Okay-- did that kick to the head come before or after he kicked you anywhere else?

[The guy-- Shinji's?-- face looked... like a face, so there was that. It didn't look concave... or convex? Damn, Baji hated school, he had no idea. It didn't look inside out or deadass flattened, so, small mercies.

Baji would eye Mikey in the exact way that said he was a troublemaker without airing that aloud. Like he'd be able to first aid someone back to health based on his stellar ability to listen to a lecture and apply that knowledge? He could barely pass math.

That all said, he'd still saunter up and pop a squat, bending down to crane to look Shinji over from a distance of almost nose-to-nose.]

I respect the guy, so yeah, I listened a lil'. But for how to duct tape this guy back together? All that can be done for broken ribs is to lay him out flat, apply ice, and get him a damn aspirin. Or a beer.

You breathin' okay there, champ?

[If it punctured a lung, that could be trouble. He knew that from enough fights in his lifetime. And from his own set of breakers that Mikey'd given him.]

Pain's how bad, scale of one to 'fuck this'?

[invinciblemikey]

But shouldn't, if you thought it'd be a great idea to come to fight with broken ribs.

(he feels so justified. a pat, pat, pat, until he retrieves the hand to hide the laugh at that face baji gives him. listen, listen, yeah. but out of takemichi and kazutora, baji feels like the best choice, even if he can't spell 'choice', right?)

It can't be that bad. I gave him baby kicks. Shinjiro, my actual kicks send this guy flying.

(show off, show off, show off.)

... Oh. I haven't drank since I was an adult. Shinjiro, do you drink?

[prophylactic]

[good god there's two of them. or, no-- the newly arrived baji, he remembers being told this name, baji is not quite so... mikey. give shinji a break, he got kicked in the head twice, that's the best he can do for analytical thought at this precise moment.

so: there's two of them. jesus. he gives mikey a Look, like, let him live with his poor choices, okay? and then resumes just listening to this whole exchange until he's actually addressed. mikey showing off is noted, thanks bud, he hears you. to baji, then:]

Made it this long on the ribs, yeah. [it's not a helpful answer, hold on, he coughs and shrugs-] Won't say no to some ice.

[......he's not going to ask any questions, not right now. does he drink:] No drinking.

....Let me get off my ass and go back inside.