[Oh-- he's in the middle of typing out something about how he's totally okay, he's fine!! But she's ahead of him, and no, he's not surprised... At least he doesn't look absolutely terrible anymore, thanks to Josuke - does he look like he's been awake for a solid week, yeah, bu the's not bleeding anymore.
He's also sore as hell, so he's just slumped on his own lumpy, crud couch with his laptop when she barges in. He raises a hand in greeting.]
Yo. C'mere— [He's got, like, two minutes of not getting weepy left, come sit with him.]
[Ochako needs zero prompting to head over his way, but she doesn't immediately join him on the couch when she reaches it. It's all but impossible for her to get a good look at him when they're sitting side-by-side; it's why she hovers beside him for the time being, trying not to look too concerned while she carefully looks him over. No visible blood? Well, that's good, especially after what she's sure was a very challenging mission, but everything else about him...]
Okuyasu... [She keeps her voice quiet, gentle, as her eyes settle on his.] What happened?
[There's no need to ask if something happened when it's so very obvious that something did.]
[Nooo, don't look at him, just sit with him and let him sulk in peace. He hasn't even bothered explaining himself since being dragged away from the scene of the fight - mercifully Guren is take-charge enough to explain everything to everybody even while bleeding out, leaving Okuyasu to have just sat there miserably until he was patched up enough to stumble home. So!! Ugh!!
Give him a second. His face screws up in a tight frown, brow furrowed, before he looks up at her.]
Dave and John aren't-- they weren't okay.
[Them with their actual real weapons and actual real combat experience— It's not fair. 3... 2... annnd he's mad.]
They're dead, them and that quiet kid- [dex is most certainly older than okuyasu but nvm] and for what? This guy leaves his dumb quests telling us to get rid of stuff he probably put there in the first place and now people are really dying! Fuck this!
[Dead. She stands there for a moment longer, face paling as that word slowly sinks in. Her first thought is of Deku, of course; everyone believed he was dead, only to find him alive and (relatively) well a few days later. Deku, however, didn't hunt down a monster, and three friends didn't disappear together...
So, in short: this is something new. This is something terrifying, actually, and she almost feels sick as she slowly kneels onto the couch to face him. Questions? Oh, she has plenty, but asking all of them will almost certainly lead to tears—for him and for her, and she needs to try to at least look calm for his sake. Anger and grief go hand-in-hand.]
Hey—
[Pulling him into a hug probably isn't the best thing to do when he's mad? She settles for reaching out to place a hand on his arm, knowing that it will be easy enough for him to shake off if he doesn't want to be touched. Support mode is fully engaged! Her feelings are temporarily shoved to the side as she focuses on his.]
This is hard, I know, but I'm here for you. [A brief pause as she collects herself, and then:] Can you... tell me what you saw? Or do you need more time?
[Well, he's not mad at her, and he's two minutes away from the tears, so he sort of slumps in her direction and reaches for her hand. Sure, let him just relieve some trauma...]
It was... I dunno, a bunch of guys getting killed by a shapeshifting monster.
[His frown deepens, expression darkening. It's hard to forget watching two of your friends (and a quiet kid) die, but he would certainly like to.]
They're just out there still— I had to go help Guren, I couldn't go back— We really screwed up out there.
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He's also sore as hell, so he's just slumped on his own lumpy, crud couch with his laptop when she barges in. He raises a hand in greeting.]
Yo. C'mere— [He's got, like, two minutes of not getting weepy left, come sit with him.]
sounds.................. poetic
Okuyasu... [She keeps her voice quiet, gentle, as her eyes settle on his.] What happened?
[There's no need to ask if something happened when it's so very obvious that something did.]
okuyasu's next masterpiece
Give him a second. His face screws up in a tight frown, brow furrowed, before he looks up at her.]
Dave and John aren't-- they weren't okay.
[Them with their actual real weapons and actual real combat experience— It's not fair. 3... 2... annnd he's mad.]
They're dead, them and that quiet kid- [dex is most certainly older than okuyasu but nvm] and for what? This guy leaves his dumb quests telling us to get rid of stuff he probably put there in the first place and now people are really dying! Fuck this!
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So, in short: this is something new. This is something terrifying, actually, and she almost feels sick as she slowly kneels onto the couch to face him. Questions? Oh, she has plenty, but asking all of them will almost certainly lead to tears—for him and for her, and she needs to try to at least look calm for his sake. Anger and grief go hand-in-hand.]
Hey—
[Pulling him into a hug probably isn't the best thing to do when he's mad? She settles for reaching out to place a hand on his arm, knowing that it will be easy enough for him to shake off if he doesn't want to be touched. Support mode is fully engaged! Her feelings are temporarily shoved to the side as she focuses on his.]
This is hard, I know, but I'm here for you. [A brief pause as she collects herself, and then:] Can you... tell me what you saw? Or do you need more time?
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It was... I dunno, a bunch of guys getting killed by a shapeshifting monster.
[His frown deepens, expression darkening. It's hard to forget watching two of your friends (and a quiet kid) die, but he would certainly like to.]
They're just out there still— I had to go help Guren, I couldn't go back— We really screwed up out there.