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who: Shigeru and you!
what: catchall with tdm prompts!
when: throughout the rest of may!
where: All around tbh
warnings: N/A

Prompt II - dino disaster

[ Honestly Shigeru is more than used to fighting strange abominations back home. He has not, in fact, ever encountered a dinosaur before though. They simply do not exist in his world and even with the creatures that were similar to them these weren't as terrifying in the least. But he can tell that these things are dangerous and feral so he will help in the efforts to get rid of them. So if anyone happens by, Shigeru sticks out like a sore thumb honestly, given the gigantic purple sigil floating behind his person as he fights with the creatures. His sword and shield glow in the same purple light that the sigil does along with his eyes as well. He looks pretty focused and doesn't seem to be banged up at all, the minor wounds he gets healing within minutes. But there's a swarm of those dinos rushing in to overwhelm him and he could use the help. ]

Prompt III - homesick

[ He never expected to find something from home here, especially not something like Alex's cooking or even his mother's food. They're both staring him right in the face though and he looks dour, yet there's a smile on his face as well, as he eyes the food with an uncertainty to it. He almost isn't sure if it's right to eat it, given that the respective persons probably hadn't made it, and what if it wasn't as good as he once remembered it to be? He's not sure if he wants to get that blast of nostalgia right now either. He's been able to keep his own homesickness well into the back of his mind since he arrived, but with memoria and now this it was getting hard to do so. He missed his home, friends, family and his routine that he had back there so much. It was hard to really get his footing again when he was thrown off balance from things like this. But he'll stop staring and turn to look at something else, his expression obviously distant as he does so. ]

Network Prompt - friendr un: shigeru miyata

[ After his encounter with Dodger during the memoria festival he has a lot of things to improve upon. He knows his phobia is getting to that point again where he's all but shut himself down when it came to fixing it. He deals with it, when he has to, but it's not getting any better. He needs outside help with it if he's going to manage on his own here. ]

I was wondering if...there was anyone who specialize in psychology/psychiatry?

[ Ah, no, this is awkward. Maybe he shouldn't ask after all. Abort! Abort! He should probably not bother with it! ]

Nevermind that last message actually. [ Nice save there Shigeru.... /sweats ]

What kinds of gifts are you giving to people here? I'm not really good with this sort of thing, and I don't really know people well enough yet to really know what they like. So I guess I'm asking for some pointers. I don't want to get people something they won't like! (≧д≦ヾ)

I'd really appreciate any help anyone can give me.

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[Generally Dodger isn't the type to ask for help... he would have happily curled up and let the forces that be keep him alive, if he'd been able to get to the fourth floor. But he's not about to object to the situation he wakes up to, either, with Shigeru fussing over him and his body hurting significantly less than it did.

While Shigeru was healing him, he will have noticed that Dodger has a star of baphomet tattooed on his chest, and a pawprint tramp stamp on his lower back. He's also got a necklace with a sun charm on it, and if that necklace was taken off at any point... he will not be happy at all. He will have also noticed that, under those gauze bandages Dodger always wears on his wrists, there are an absolutely excessive number of self-harm scars - easily thirty or so on each arm, condensed to the area he could hide with the bandages.

Now that he's conscious, though not necessarily all there yet, he offers Shigeru a groggy smile.]

You look good like that.

[Freaked out, exhausted and covered in blood... Dodger, you sick fuck.]

[ Shigeru had noticed all of those things, especially the self harm marks. It made him feel...conflicted to see this man with such things marking his skin but he knows better than to ask. He has replaced those bandages with fresh, clean, new ones.

Hopefully Dodger's good mood isn't disrupted because Shigeru had taken that necklace off and set it to the side inside a plastic bag. It's in pristine condition at least, and next to Dodger should he look to his left on the floor. Shigeru's breathing is shaky and he'll just get up unsteadily as he goes to the sink to take off his bloodied white gloves and wash his hands. It goes on for at least 2 minutes, him washing his hands, but he'll pull himself out of the habit as he finally comes back to the task at hand with a glance at Dodger's person.

Right he can't do this right now. He needs to focus. His own hands are chapped and cracked as he puts on a fresh pair of gloves. Luckily the outfit he's wearing is cheap and easy to replace, because he's going to throw the entire thing out after this. He's finally calmed down enough to at least type something, though his hands are still shaky, but that's probably from fatigue. ]

How are you feeling?

[There's a brief flash of panic on his face as it crosses his mind that the familiar weight of the necklace is gone, but as soon as he spots it he makes a quick move to grab it. Quicker than he should have, and he winces harshly as he pulls it back and fumbles with the bag. It takes him a few tries to open it, and a few more tries to get the necklace on properly, but he doesn't respond until it's back on.]

Peachy. [He mumbles, trying his best to sit up and pointedly ignoring the pulse of pain from his stomach when he does.] Let me see your hands.

[He really shouldn't pry, and you'd think he would have learned the boundaries by now.. but Dodger's curiosity is a fickle bitch, and he'd rather press his luck than be left with questions in his head.]

[ He'll have to apologize about the necklace. He hadn't really considered it something important at the time, but he did take it off to keep it from getting ruined. He even cleaned off the blood and tried to make it look as new as possible.

He doesn't know why Dodger wants to see his hands, it's something oddly caring for the man to ask about, so it takes him by surprise momentarily. The thought is clear on his face as he looks down at the other with an uncertain and awkward glance, but he's tired and he doesn't want to argue right now. His new gloves are stained a little with blood from the inside. He'll have to get another pair from his room eventually. But he does pause tot ype something. ]

You don't have to worry. I'm fine. Just a bit tired.

[ He's anything but fine but he'll follow that up with a wane and shaky smile to save face. ]

I didn't ask, I wanna see your hands.

[Dodger is being caring, in his own way... but he's very far from knowing how to express it. There are people back home who he cares about, and they've learned how to tell what's going on in his head, but he hasn't quite figured out how to act on other people's comfort zones.

He gets himself sitting properly, and reaches out to touch Shigeru's hand. Slowly enough that he can back away if he wants to, but it's clear what he's going for. If he does get to touch him, he'll be oddly gentle about it.]

Edited (why is dw the way that it is) 2017-05-27 02:19 (UTC)

[ Dodger is acting strangely docile compared to their encounter during Memoria and Shigeru is just...so on guard right now. He might flinch and pull his hands away a liitle, a small gasp escaping him when Dodger's hands come closer.

Should he really give him another chance is what he's thinking. But this new side to the other is a bit curious and Shigeru really does have too big a heart for his own good. So once he composes himself a little he might hold out his hands again for the other to touch him. His face is all sorts of red now though, he's not really used to contact like this so forgive him for acting a bit...jumpy. ]

[A small huff escapes him as he's finally allowed to touch Shigeru, and he takes one of Shigeru's hands to pull off his glove and examine it. Dodger's hands have a rough texture, but he's got a rather delicate touch, at least for the moment.]

I don't bite, you know. [He pauses.] Not with people that aren't into it. Usually.

[That's pretty much a flat out lie, but he's trying. He really is. He doesn't expect Shigeru to trust him, but he can at least try in his own way to make it clear that the whole thing during Memoria was a joke to him. In... a less douchey way than that thought sounds, he hopes.]

Why did you... actually, fuck it, it doesn't matter. Just- nod or something if you think keeping me alive was really worth it.

[ Shigeru's hand is cracked and bleeding slightly still when Dodger eventually sees it. It's been caused by a month of compulsive and ocd behavior though, so it looks quite bad not.

Shigeru visibly tenses when his glove is taken off and it's obvious he wants to snatch his hand away and just leave it at that. But that wouldn't really help him get over his phobia so he just flinches and twitches ever so slightly with each of Dodger's touches. He's very sensitive towards touch considering he's never had it much before, the roughness of Dodger's skin is a strange texture to him, given the fact the only things his hands feels most of the time is the soft texture of the gloves he wears.

But he looks away from the other, his face slightly red again, as he nods 'yes' in response to the question. ]

[Dodger holds Shigeru's hand long enough to examine it - long enough to see the damage from obsessive cleaning and harsh chemicals. His eyes stray to the fresh bandages on his wrists... no doubt Shigeru has seen his scars, so he supposes this is equal ground for them.

He's released Shigeru's hand... or rather, simply opened his hand so that Shigeru can retreat when he feels he needs to. And for a moment he just sits there, opening his mouth occasionally as if he's decided on what to say and then... shutting it, because there are a lot of things he wants to say and he has no idea how to word them without sacrificing his pride.]

I think you made a mistake. But... I guess I'm lucky you did. [He finally decides on that, and continues to ruminate for a moment before adding:] I didn't mean to scare you. Last time we spoke. I was just playing around.

[ He was expecting Dodger to do something...more. But he'll take that as his cue to pull his hand away and hurriedly put his glove back on. Though he looks like he's struggling with it as his eyes dart towards the sink a few times. He'll overcome the urge to wash his hands...for now, but only because he's talking to Dodger otherwise things would have gone differently. ]

It's not a mistake to save someone's life! Besides if I hadn't done so...I guess I wouldn't have gotten to see this side of you either.

[ So there's some benefit to it. He knew Dodger had a kind heart, deep down, but he's glad he finally got to see some of it. ]

It wasn't okay, but I'm glad to see that you're understanding about it. [ He gives Dodger a smile, shaky and small, but there's a brightness in it that's totally Shigeru. ]

But you should really take better care of yourself. What even happened? Should we notify people about it? You were really hurt. [ And Shigeru is the biggest worrywort to ever exist so you know...he's just trying to make sure that whatever or whoever attacked Dodger is put on notice and high alert. ]

The police already know. [He shrugs, his tone and attitude trying to make it as unimportant as he can make it seem.] Some asshole jumped me while I was on a walk.

[He's making an effort to stand already... and as it turns out his leg still isn't healed enough to put pressure on it, so he just sits hard onto the edge of the bath tub. Great. He guesses he won't be working for a bit. But at least he can play it off like he meant to do that.]

I know you're the caring sort, but most people won't be too beat up to hear I got in a street fight. [He lets out a little huff.] But Reaper's gonna be pissed, I bet.

[ Honestly Dodger getting jumped by someone isn't too surprising to Shigeru. He might huff a little as he watches the other. ]

You need to rest a little bit more. Where is your room? I can probably...get you there if you want.

[ Ah, yes, Reaper. Maybe they could call him for some help. Though after the last encounter they both had with him the other man is probably sick of them both. ]

I'm sure he'll understand...?

[ Maybe?! It depends on why the man who attacked him did so. It's none of his business at any rate, so he won't ask. But he can probably gather that Dodger did something he shouldn't have prior to this encounter... ]

[This gets a moody shrug from him; if they're being honest, he'd rather have Reaper angry with him than not care. If only because it's the only thing close to attention he's gotten from the man.]

I'll deal with him if I have to. [That first question catches up to him then, and he gives Shigeru a bitter smirk.] You really wanna be alone in my room with me?

If you need help with it, I can definitely vouch for you.

[ He doesn't want Reaper to go too hard on him. Especially after he's just recovered.

But, yeah, Shigeru looks away as per usual. Awkwardness and a reddish tinge touching his cheeks. But, ah, he shakes his head and types something in reply. ]

You need to rest and recover, your body went through something really traumatic just now. I think you should just focus on getting better.

[ He looks at Dodger with some concern and uncertainty. He can't just leave him to go back to his room alone though... ]

It's fine. Dealing with Reaper is... my business.

[Private as he is, he'd rather keep those interactions one-on-one when he can. He embarrasses himself around the older man enough without an audience.

He doesn't really finish reading the second message, instead reaching to lower Shigeru's phone and pull his hand closer, pressing a kiss to his knuckles. His grip is still loose enough that Shigeru can pull away when he needs to.]

What if I want to hit on you some more?

[ Dodger!! Please stahp. Shigeru will let out a small, constricted, yelp at that. He wasn't expecting Dodger to take his hand and kiss it of all things. His face just lights up in red as he pulls his hand away immediately and fumbles with his phone. Lord, you really need to stop being so impulsive, Dodger. ]

Pleasetake your health more seriously!!

[ Look at what you did, he's not spacing his words correctly because you flustered him! ]

You had a very traumatic day today, so you really need to rest and not fool around like this. [ Shigeru at least recovers much more quickly this time. He is still in doctor mode so that might have something to do with it. ]

[This gets a lazy laugh out of him; Shigeru doesn't seem to be particularly angry, just flustered, and he figures that means he didn't do too much harm.]

I'm fine, I've had worse.

[Which is the truth - he's had more near-death experiences than he'd care to share. But more than anything he doesn't want to be fussed over, he'd much rather be making Shigeru blush.]

My room's on the fourth floor. Gonna need some help to get up there... but you're gonna have to touch me, you alright with that?

[There's a sort of teasing emphasis on 'touch me', to go with the flirtatious smirk and bedroom eyes.]

[ That doesn't make him feel any better that Dodger has had worse than this of all things.

Shigeru will fiddle with his phone as he types up something. He looks super unsure and awkward but he knows he can do at least this much. ]

I can help. I'll be fine. [ He totally is not going to be fine at all, if his hand washing before was any indication, but Shigeru puts others first before himself. It's a bad habit he has and it's always hard to break habits. ]

Just...please don't do anything.

[ He types with a shaky smiles. His nerves are a bit frayed and he's stressed out right now. He he needs a break. ]

[Alright, he can tell when he sees Shigeru shaking that he should probably take him seriously this time. The smirk drops off his face, and he offers him an awkward nod.]

Gotcha.

[He tries at first to just pull himself onto his feet... which doesn't really work, as expected, so he just holds an arm out to let Shigeru help him up at his own pace.]

Just promise me you're not gonna burn your skin off in the shower after this, yeah?

[ Shigeru doesn't respond to that at first. He's not going to promise something he knows he can't keep. But he does give a Dodger a small smile and nod his head silently. This has...really been hard on him and he's not strong enough to not lapse back into his tics and habits from it. So much blood and touching and other things he really dislikes all culminating into this moment was way too much to handle.

He's just going to focus on helping Dodger to his feet and getting to his room for now. What happens afterwards once he's able to get clean is another story entirely. ]

[Some part of him knows Shigeru probably can't be trusted with actually taking care of himself as requested, but Dodger doubts he has the ability to stop him without doing further harm. Instead he just silently gets to his feet, leaning heavily on the other man as they start their journey up to Dodger's room.

He doesn't speak again until he's safely gotten a seat on his bed, and he grasps Shigeru's arm gently in case he gets any ideas about running off.]

Hey. You uh... you alright?

[It's occurred to him that he hadn't asked... he barely thought about it until he saw Shigeru shaking, and now the question is just stuck in his head.]

[ Ugh it's okay. Dodger hit the nail on the head as Shigeru is one of those self sacrificing types to the max. He really needs to take better care of himself but he honestly doesn't and sometimes it's just because he forgets to.

But once they're in the apartment and Dodger is settled Shigeru's only thought is to get out of these clothes and get clean. He feels extremely gross right now and it's really showing in the strained look on his face.

So it's only natural that when Dodger grabs his his arm that he has this momentary scared look on his face before he pulls away. You just...startled him and he quickly turns away to type up something on his phone. ]

I'm okay! Do you need anything before I head back down?

[ Maybe if he just pretends to be okay Dodger won't ask anymore?! That's what he's going with. ]

No, you're not.

[His tone his even, matter-of-fact. He's not fooled at all by Shigeru's attempt at acting fine, if it can even be called that. Knowing how much the man hates touching things in general, Dodger can only imagine how it must feel to be covered in blood for this long... not that he really has any idea what to do for him.]

Look, I'm not stupid - you saw a lot of shit tonight I didn't want you seeing, the least you can do is be honest with me. I wanna know I can trust you not to do something drastic. Alright?

[ He hunches his shoulders and will just fiddle with his phone for a long while. He looks like he's trying to so hard to remain calm and seem okay, but it's easy to see that he's not. ]

I'm just going to go and take a shower...that's all.

[ And stay in there for as long as possible, or at least, that's what his mind is telling him to do. He really hates it when his fears pile up like this and he can't fight them. It's like swimming against a tsunami wave, knowing full well you're going to be overtaken with an absolute certainty. He hates it and he hates himself for not being strong enough to fight it. ]

[It's clear on his face that he hasn't been convinced - far from it, if only he had Shigeru's trust he'd insist on overseeing him while he showered just to make sure he didn't hurt himself in the process by getting obsessive. Instead, he just sighs quietly.]

Fine. Before you go... grab the bottle and spoon from my desk drawer for me, will ya?

[The items he's pointing out are pretty obviously drug paraphernalia... a bottle of white powder that smells like generic hospital smell, and a spoon with scorch marks on the bottle of it. No surprises why he wants them.]

[ Dodger no?! Shigeru looks at them and will reach out without realizing what they are. But once he sees the scorch marks his hands stop, hovering over the bottle and spoon before he looks back at Dodger. ]

You don't need that. If you're in pain, I can help you. Just tell me what you need.

[ He doesn't like drugs as a doctor and someone in the medical field aiding in this sort of thing is...well it's obviously made him a tad bit uncomfortable. ]

You shouldn't...use things like this.

I shouldn't do a lot of things.

[He huffs quietly, deeply considering limping over to grab his drugs himself but knowing the attempt will do more harm than good. He may not be in as much danger of bleeding out, but he is so tired...]

It's my business how I cope with shit, alright. Just hand them over.

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probably /sweats

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