[uh yeah fuckin lightyears theres absolutely no competition??? please give him the kind of filial love his literally has never experienced once in his miserable life
anyway, Asch nods minutely at Phoenix, but his expression looks... worried.
probably because he's 100% aware that he's about to be in a world of pain.]
Okay.
[It helps, having someone else to lean on for this, but it's clear from the color draining from Asch's face that this is nearly unbearably painful. To his credit (???), beyond a quiet grunt of pain, he doesn't say a word.]
[ there's certainly some dad gentleness going on right now..... phoenix is pretty strong, and he has those pillows he adds as support. he tries to make it as quick as he can, and keeps asch held and supported. ]
We're almost done.
[ his voice is gentle. once asch is up, phoenix gets the syringe full of liquid to squirt in his mouth. ]
Alright. Here we are.... ready to go down the hatch.
[it's hard to notice, when everything is screaming with pain, but he'd definitely notice if Phoenix wasn't helping the way he was.
breathing hard, he's nearly upright, and tries to rearrange himself a little. when he sees the syringe, he makes a face—it's clear no matter how much pain he's gone through, he's not exactly pleased to be treated like a child.]
Hold... hold on.
I don't... want... to breathe... it in.
[it's a solid few seconds before he has his breathing under control enough to open his mouth, and even then, he's clearly shaky.
cons: this sucks!!!!!!! he's not a baby bird!!!!!!!!! pros: possible pain relief is imminent.]
[ infant, actually, but it wasn't phoenix's choice. it's actually the girls trolling, he had absolutely no say in this. ]
[ phoenix continues to hold him upright as he struggles, basically using his own body to brace him as asch struggles, then holds up the syringe to his mouth. ]
Ready? You can squeeze my hand if you need to.
[ not the one holding the syringe, obviously. but his other hand is near asch's if he needs it. ]
[Asch nods mutely, already hating this—but not (FOR ONCE) because Phoenix is involved.
He doesn't take Phoenix's hand, opting instead to ball up a sheet in his left fist. Any other time, he would have spat back at the very offer—probably another idiot joke about his age. But...
...somehow, the sentiment was... nice.
Come to think of it, Phoenix was being really nice?]
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what he ACTUALLY says is:]
Not... really. My back...
[he trails off. he has no idea what's going on with his back, other than it hurts like hell, just like his other stupid injuries.]
...I can lean... forward.
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Alright, we'll do it together. Ready?
[ dadnix gonna help him lean forward!! ]
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anyway, Asch nods minutely at Phoenix, but his expression looks... worried.
probably because he's 100% aware that he's about to be in a world of pain.]
Okay.
[It helps, having someone else to lean on for this, but it's clear from the color draining from Asch's face that this is nearly unbearably painful. To his credit (???), beyond a quiet grunt of pain, he doesn't say a word.]
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We're almost done.
[ his voice is gentle. once asch is up, phoenix gets the syringe full of liquid to squirt in his mouth. ]
Alright. Here we are.... ready to go down the hatch.
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breathing hard, he's nearly upright, and tries to rearrange himself a little. when he sees the syringe, he makes a face—it's clear no matter how much pain he's gone through, he's not exactly pleased to be treated like a child.]
Hold... hold on.
I don't... want... to breathe... it in.
[it's a solid few seconds before he has his breathing under control enough to open his mouth, and even then, he's clearly shaky.
cons: this sucks!!!!!!! he's not a baby bird!!!!!!!!!
pros: possible pain relief is imminent.]
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[ phoenix continues to hold him upright as he struggles, basically using his own body to brace him as asch struggles, then holds up the syringe to his mouth. ]
Ready? You can squeeze my hand if you need to.
[ not the one holding the syringe, obviously. but his other hand is near asch's if he needs it. ]
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He doesn't take Phoenix's hand, opting instead to ball up a sheet in his left fist. Any other time, he would have spat back at the very offer—probably another idiot joke about his age. But...
...somehow, the sentiment was... nice.
Come to think of it, Phoenix was being really nice?]
...Ready.
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[ anyway. he coordinates --- emptying it in asch's mouth. so he can swallow it. ]
[ all the while, he's still supporting him. ]
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nom
it tastes like fuckin, grapes??? that's good, very comforting.
and nods at Phoenix. we're done!!! stop!!! embarrassing!!!]
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All good? I'll lay you back down, now.
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but softly please]
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[ it's probably very confusing for asch. ]
Easy....
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even though he's moving slowly, there's a muffled hiss of pain as he drops back down, frowning blankly at Phoenix.]
Why?
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[ phoenix knows what he's asking but chooses to act like asch was asking him why he should take it easy. ]
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You... know what I... meant!
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Military general or not... you're just a kid.
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No.
I'm... an adult.
[well like
nearly
three years away
but like wtf does phoenix know]
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... And it's okay that you're not. You don't have to be.
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Yes I... do.
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Not with me.
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[It's a pained huff of a laugh, which just makes it sound sad, instead. his expression, as pale as it is, is still wrought with suspicion.]
Just more... reason to-- to keep my guard up.
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[ truly. ]
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To find out... more information.
About th-- the murder.
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Then I don't... know.
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