DMMD AU POST

[was_no_monster]

let's be real I'll probably lock this later in a fit of shame but in the meantime YOLOOOOOOO

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[was_no_monster]

[of course the only times he ever seems to get jumped by Ribsters would be when he's hauling shit home. OF COURSE. he doesn't really mind them making the mistake of thinking of him as a no mark, after all; showing them how wrong they are would be pretty fun... if he weren't trying to, say, keep his fucking food intact, unspoiled, and in his possession.

god damn.]

[feelthisnoiz]

[the worst part is always when it ends.

when the game is concluded, when he leaves the field, when he leaves behind simulated reality and simulated feeling for the actual reality of no feeling at all. when he does Rhyme, for just a little while he feels alive - and coming back to the muffled senses of his numb, painless body is all the worse because of it.

so he's glad of the excuse, when he sees the fight. he doesn't know why they're fighting. he doesn't care. the impact of his fists against flesh is almost like feeling, the rush of adrenaline is almost like being alive. it's good enough. it's good enough.]

[was_no_monster]

[...huh. someone else...? on his side, too. not that he needs the help, but it's not like he can reject it, either.

(...and okay, it's kind of nice. it's not much, and more than a bit morbid, but the reminder that even the small drip that was his existence in a much larger body of water could cause ripples that made other people move... it was something that he needed sometimes, that's all.)

between them, though, the fight suddenly becomes a lot shorter. the other guy might not have his raw power, but the way he throws himself heedlessly at whoever comes at him is certainly familiar, and a distinct advantage. pretty soon they're the only two left standing. ...or rather the other guy is, because fuck that, he has groceries and seams to check. no point in going home yet if he has to replace anything, and he learned his lesson the last time he tried to walk anywhere on a torn foot.

sitting down heavily with a whoof of expelled air.]

...Shit. Thanks for that...

You all right?

[feelthisnoiz]

[the other guy turns to glare at him with sharp green eyes, looking as if he is personally offended by the question]

Don't say pointless shit.

[as he turns it becomes apparent he is not all right - his hands are busted up, and it looks like somebody got his forearm with a knife. but he doesn't seem to notice.]

[was_no_monster]

[wow, rude. FLIPPING HIM OFF even as he digs around in his pocket for gauze with the other hand]

Excuse me for not noticing that you were bleeding all over before I asked.

[feelthisnoiz]

[he doesn't react to being flipped off at all, but he looks down at himself with slight confusion in response to the other man's words]

Tch. Whatever.

[was_no_monster]

"Whatever," my ass. [hah, there's the gauze.] Come here.

[feelthisnoiz]

Why?

[was_no_monster]

[HOLDING THE GAUZE UP AND WAVING IT A LITTLE. what are you, stupid]

So you don't attract sharks?

[feelthisnoiz]

[the least impressed look]

It's fine.

[blood is still dripping down his arm...]

[was_no_monster]

[matching that look]

Yeah, no. You wouldn't have gotten injured if I hadn't been here, so I'm taking responsibility for it. Get over here.

[feelthisnoiz]

[DOES

GRUMPILY

plops down next to you >8( fine]

[was_no_monster]

[rolls his eyes. thank you for not making me sit on you 8| holding a hand out for his arm]

[feelthisnoiz]

[gives it, glaring]

[was_no_monster]

[snorts at him and starts to roll his sleeve up—

...oh. right. he probably should have guessed that his own knuckles would be in about the same state as the other guys'. giving them a brief, rather offended once over before shaking his head and deciding they can wait; his blood's thick enough that it won't be dripping all over while he takes care of everything else.

getting the sleeve up the rest of the way, doing his best to keep his hands as gentle as he can, before starting to wrap the bandage]

[feelthisnoiz]

[protip: this guy gives exactly zero shits how gentle you are or are not. there's no sign of pain or discomfort as you bandage him up - not even a change in facial expression from the fussycat look he's giving you, like it is an extreme imposition to allow you to tend his wound]

[was_no_monster]

...Huh.

[not looking up from what he's doing, but abruptly grinning]

So what crawled up your ass and died, anyway?

[feelthisnoiz]

Why are you doing this?

[was_no_monster]

The small talk or the fussing?

[feelthisnoiz]

Both.

[was_no_monster]

The small talk is because I'm bored, curious, haven't actually had a conversation with anyone in at least a month, and you're interesting. The fussing's because you were injured on my behalf, and I don't particularly feel like owing you a debt.

[finishing off his arm and starting to pull off the wrappings on his hand so he can redo those as well]

[feelthisnoiz]

It wasn't on your behalf. I just felt like fighting.

[regardless, he relaxes considerably. debt. transactions. cost and benefit. this he understands. this, he can accept. if the stranger wants to pay him back for his own self-satisfaction, that's fine.]

[was_no_monster]

[shrugs]

Any particular reason?

[feelthisnoiz]

Rhyme's over for the day.

[was_no_monster]

... One of those, huh.