saturday evening

[heroizes]

[ So after an interesting run-in with Rhys, Jack is heading back to... His room, he guesses. He honestly isn't 100% set on just where he's going, because so long as it was from away from that batshit crazy asshole? Way better.

After all, the sign of that is quite physical at the moment. He has a towel pressed up to his face gingerly, and it's stained with some blood, though the blood flow has largely slowed from his broken nose. And, you know, he's also not wearing a shirt, because he was going to shower, but then someone went yandere. Rude.

He decides that he'll at least wait until it stops bleeding before heading back to the room and potentially having to deal with some weird questions, so he's more or less hanging out in the atrium, bleeding and shirtless. This is definitely not the kind of impression that Jack likes to go for, and yet he's never so lucky.

When Sakyou appears, Jack stands up a bit straighter, almost defensively, but it's brief. Instead, he just raises a hand and tries to be as casual as possible. ]

Oh- Hey, Sakyou. 'Sup.

[ This, of course, is muffled through a towel and through blood. He's the coolest. ]

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[heroizes]

[ When Jack realizes what Sakyou is trying to look at, he at least drops his hands, but he still looks comically exasperated and miserable. It might be something he's playing up for comedy, but. Also maybe not. ]

Let's go with the, uh, kitchen... Just. You know. In case. [ Then quickly: ] Not that I am afraid of this guy? Like, I'll kick his ass! But. He's weird. He'll make it weird? Ughhh he almost cried, that is so weird.

[ He groans out a long note of expressing how weird this is, but without waiting for confirmation, he'll start to walk towards the kitchen. ]

[modissty]

[Jack and his struggles with the bee farms... Sakyou will finally pull away once he's satisfied that no bones or bits of cartilage are jutting out, either way, and trot along after Jack to head to the kitchen with him.]

You said something about being together at some point, didn't you? [Unless that was crazy talk from some crazy dude but hey, who knows. If demons and possessed swords are real, why not time travel!] Perhaps he's just overwhelmed by all of this. ...Though it doesn't excuse breaking your nose.

[Rude, honestly.

Once he gets to the kitchen, he'll move over to the sink and hold his hand out for Jack's nastyass bloody towel.]

[heroizes]

[ THANKS SAKYOU... ]

[ Jack nods, though it does come with a sigh. ]

Yeah-- Yeah, still trying to figure that one out. I'm kinda inclined to believe that you're right, but on the other hand, he did like half-assedly brag about some messed up shit. Eh, but, even so, not convinced that it was even true.

[ jack will indeed find out later that it was 100% lies so thanks rhys

He hesitates when Sakyou offers, but he does give him the towel. The hesitation is mostly just because that's surprisingly cool of him. Jack probably wouldn't handle other peoples' gross blood towels... ]

Whatever, he's from the future or something, apparently. It's weird. Super weird. If a dude from the future came and told you "hey, in a few years, you're going to be a huge asshole," how would you take that? Like... Now I'm overwhelmed, Jesus.

[modissty]

[HE DOES HIS BEST, OKAY... He's also very used to having the blood of randos on his hands, as Jack will soon find out, so he doesn't so much as flinch when he reaches out to take the towel and start wetting it down and wringing it out.]

To be honest, in any other situation, I wouldn't give it a second thought because it sounds exactly like the ramblings of someone who's entirely mad.

[Like, no offense Rhys. But also, offense. Then again, after someone refused to believe him about where he came from, he can understand why disbelief would be frustrating.]

What do you intend to do? In close quarters like this, I doubt you can ignore him... And even though I have a little medical knowledge, I'd rather not continue to use it on you if the two of you keep having such rocky meetings.