[Closed] You and me, another proverbial tree

[smokedout]

who: Jamie Dodger and Eichi Tenshouin
what: Hospital visits
when: August 14th and August 20th
where: Local hospital
warnings: Dodger and Eichi. (will update as needed.)

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jokes on you this is a fake cut, threads are below because there's two of them.

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[finethanks]

[He's quiet at that, shifting just enough to pick up his phone from where it's buried in his sheets.]

That desire to have meaning comes in different ways, doesn't it? Anyway, pass me your phone.

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Does it?

[He mutters it sort of offhandedly.. his head is so oddly full of thought, it's taking a while to get through all of it and keep himself in the present.

After another moment, he hands his phone over.]

Why do you want it?

[finethanks]

A gift.

[He takes it, raising his own with a few taps of his thumb and then knocks them together. Just like that, a money transfer, and Dodger can see the fairly large sum of money as he passes it back.]

I can't help you shop for a guitar from here, so you should buy one and bring it here immediately. Fufu, it's a little self-serving for a gift, but I want to hear it before I die. [Why does he talk like this]

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Se...riously?

[He hesitates for a moment, his eyes widening and his breath catching a bit.]

Hey- wait- I can't accept that. [He takes his phone back and glances at it.] That is way too much money, I- seriously, I did nothing to earn that, so- fuck, no, you gotta put that back.

[finethanks]

Even if I don't have access to my funds back home, that amount of money is nothing after all of the performances I've been holding, as well as working at four different nightclubs as head of entertainment. It's interesting, but while I'm on stage, sometimes money will be thrown at me? What a strange way to tip.

[eichi] Anyway, that amount is nothing to me, so please accept it.

[smokedout]

[Dodger shakes his head more adamantly this time, shoving his phone back into Eichi's hands.]

Take it back. I don't care how much money you have, I didn't earn this.

[finethanks]

[He'll hold onto the phone, but his own is tucked under his side on the opposite side of the hospital bed, and he's not doing anything with it but curiously poking to his text messages.]

You don't remember what you've earned, you know?

[smokedout]

I can't possibly have earned- that. What did I do for you that's worth all this?

[His face is starting to turn pink, a shade that shows up pretty starkly against his pale skin. He can't possibly be made to believe he could earn something as nice as a new guitar.]

[finethanks]

[Pink!! Pink... it's so cute that Eichi chuckles, but that chuckle turns into a cough again that he has to wait out.]

Things were getting rather boring before you appeared in my life. And then, of course, you taught me a fun swing dance and how to shoot a gun. ♪ It's not often that I'm able to learn things like that, since so many people will hover over me and restrict me from going places. But you've always treated me normally, as cruel as you were at first.

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[He purses his lips momentarily, trying to decide on an argument against that.]

Your illness doesn't define you, and it's your own job to keep track of your limitations. Underestimating people based on your own judgement just wastes everyone's time. That isn't earning anything, it's just being smart.

[finethanks]

That may be so, but you still taught me some things that I'm very grateful for. Beyond that, Jamie, a gift isn't something you need to "earn."

[He holds the phone out for him to take back. He's bored of snooping.] Truthfully, I don't do this often. If someone is in need, I'm the first one to tell them to work for it rather than hand out any charity, so don't mistake this for that. As I said before, I selfishly want to hear you play, so rather than wait for it, I want to do this.

[smokedout]

I don't take free hand-outs. It's not good practice.

[He hesitates.]

I'll... give back whatever I don't spend. And don't try to tell me you're paying for the performance either, I'm not taking your money. I haven't- [Deep breath, deeeep breath.] -I haven't had a guitar since I was fifteen, I can't explain- how much I would need to do just to earn having one again. It's not just money. It's... it's just complicated.

[finethanks]

I'm proud of you for that, Jamie. ♪ You can talk to me whenever you'd like, okay?

[He says, with this smile that's as distant as always... But he does lean over to give him a little peck on the lips.] I'll take back any change, but don't cut corners on the quality of the guitar. Buy precisely what you'd like to play.

[smokedout]

[He's still hesitant, but.. damn if that kiss isn't good motivation. He's a little starstruck for a moment before he blinks back into reality.]

You're not gonna judge me on what I get, are you?

[finethanks]

Of course not. I'm quite interested in seeing what qualities Jamie looks for in an instrument. It will tell me a lot about him, I think.

[He coughs again a few times into his hand, but he still looks so pleased about it.]

[smokedout]

[Yeah, remember when his face was pink? It's bright red down, and he has to hold back a sarcastic laugh.]

Then, uh- be prepared to get most of this back. I'm just gonna get something that looks like the one I had back- in Boston.

[He'd nearly said 'back home', but... Boston was decidedly not home. His hometown, yes, but not a home in the least.]

[finethanks]

There's more character to an instrument that's more affordable, I think. Even if all of the strings can't be properly tuned, it has a heart of sorts that I enjoy hearing. I wonder, will Jamie play with his heart as well?

[He wants to heaaaaar it.] If you could bring some warmth to this dull hospital room, I'd appreciate it.

[smokedout]

[He's stopped being able to look at Eichi, but there's a grin spreading over his face that he can't help. A big, dorky grin, at the prospect of getting a guitar all to himself.]

Just- I'm rusty so don't expect it to be-

[Fuck, who knows, maybe the older version of him has had some practice. But... ugh, he's so nervous now.]

-If you bitch too much about it I'll send you back here, y'know.

[finethanks]

Rather than that, prove me wrong by improving so clearly that I can't help but admit your growth.

[School him, he'd love it. But Eichi chuckles, and coughs again, clutching at his chest this time. Ah, he's really not doing well after all. He was hoping it would be a one day thing again, but... this might be him stuck here for a while.]

[smokedout]

[Dodger frowns when Eichi starts coughing again... he feels like he's being left an inheritance, and he hates that.]

Just- promise you're gonna get better soon, alright? I'm not playing for you in the hospital, it'll creep me out.

[finethanks]

That's a shame. I was looking forward to it lifting my spirits.

[He once had his servants drag his piano into the hospital room to have Leo play for him, so. He's just like this. His hand stays over his chest with another cough, but he nods.]

I promise. ♪ [It's so easy to say things like that without really knowing if they'll be true.]