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I thought I...yea, I'm fine. [He thought he heard Shizuo's voice behind the door, but....well, nothing feels broken at least when he moves to sit upright.]

I guess this leads to the basement. [That doesn't answer anything.]

That's not important right now.

[And no it doesn't answer anything?? Just going to pick him up so that he can take him somewhere to make sure he's okay.]

[His whole body tenses up when Shizuo lifts him, wanting to instinctively run. He takes a deep breath, shutting his eyes to push that reflex back. It's just Shizuo helping him.]

How long was I out...?

A few hours.

[Let's...head to the couch first, so back to the sitting room to put him down there.]

[...Well he can work with that. Better than having slept through a whole day.]

I'm fine, really. I just didn't know my way around.

And that made you trip down the stairs?

[Skeptical.]

It was dark. [Half right. He rubs his temple, looking around.] Did you move my things...?

[...Yeah okay, fine.]

Yeah, I moved them to your room. Sure you don't need to see another doctor?

No. [He glances over to Shizuo.] I know someone who still does though.

[Just a look.] I'm not the one falling over, passing out, and sleeping for hours on end.

[. . . ] At least I'm not walking around with an unattended injury.

[A gurgling sound comes from his stomach] . . .I could go for some food, if anything.

It's been tended to. [Mostly. Have a grumpy scoff.]

You wait here and I'll make you something. Want a sandwich, soup, or something else?

[He will never let it gooo.]

Sandwich is fine. [. . .] You sure you don't need help in the kitchen?

If it's just a sandwich, should be fine.

["Should be." It's just putting stuff between two slices of bread, who hard can it be?]

[Yeeea, he's getting back up.] I'll come join you in the kitchen.

You sure you should be moving around? I can handle it. Unless you want something specific or something...

[Maybe he's picky?]

I'll sit down in the kitchen. [If he really doesn't need the extra hand, then he'll be "resting", right?]

I'll eat just about anything right now.

All right... [Still a little skeptical, but he'll let it go for now.

Upon entering the kitchen, Shizuo will pull out the bread, packet of freshly sliced meat, cheeses, and other things to add like lettuce, tomato, etc. He does have to cut it, though, so he'll work on that.]

I have other stuff, too, if you want.

[As he said, he'll sit down at the kitchen table.] What else do you have?

[He's not planning to go through his entire food stock, but it's information to know.]

Uhh, eggs, fruits, probably can make a salad or something with the different lettuce and vegetables.

[So...helpful and specific.]

Just...the sandwich for now. [If he still wants something more, he'll probably take a look himself later on. He leans back in his seat, observing Shizuo's back.]

Did you ever tell me what you did back home?

Hm... [He pauses as he tries to remember, but he really isn't one to care about details like that.] Not sure. Why, you wanna know?

I just...get the impression you worked in something related to public service.

[...Haaaah. There's a rueful smile at that as he resumes making the sandwiches.]

Nah, nothing like that. I help a friend collect debts from people who haven't paid the company. Mostly act as a bodyguard and make 'em pay if they keep trying to dodge out of it.

Ah, a bodyguard. That would makes sense. [. . .] Did you need to assist your friend often? [Is this a debt collector or a "debt collector"?]

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