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Who: Dirk and Tony
When: backdated to the evening of the 9th
Where: Dirk's house, his bedroom specifically.
What: Tony got hit by a car and decided to give his bro Dirk a visit.



[It's sadly been quite a while since Dirk had seen Tony. The worry is there, it always is. With his parents being less than understandable about the whole Wise Snake incident a month ago, and everything else going on, Tony hasn't been allowed over for a while now. Not to mention the fact his parents haven't nearly gone out of town like they should have. They always do, now they seem set on sticking around and it's enough to drive the boy nuts.]

[This particular evening is one such evening that's about done just that. He's locked himself in his room, surfing the internet for arbitrary distractions. If not searching for a job (because he wants to find himself his own place asap), he's reading about something. Anything to keep his head cool as he tries to not let his own frustrations get the better of him.]

[With the temperature getting warmer, he's certainly left his window open, none the wiser to the unexpect, though very welcomed, visitor he's going to get. Though the condition he'll be in, isn't one that Dirk will find too favorable, at least.]

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[oncedevil]

[They didn't like Tony around, Dirk's parents, and he wasn't going to fight the issue and make things worse. Unfortunately that left him with few options, and with the destruction of Wise Snake and now the hostile little trouble makers running around it made finding somewhere safe to rest damn near impossible.]

[Tony was tired, he missed Dirk, and he'd been hit by a car by a less than apologetic asshole. Really this was shaping up to be one of the worst days yet. He'd kept his distance out of respect for Dirk's parents, but right now he didn't give two hoots about that. Besides, he was starting to worry himself. He knew how Dirk was, how he'd think himself into a fit without anyone to ground him. While Tony didn't like to think himself that important, he did take responsibility for doing that. If not him, then who?]

[Bugger it. It was time for a visit, and since he couldn't use the front door, well Tony would just find a different way in. Dirk's window sat over the garage, with a little roof-ledge just beneath it. Getting to the ledge itself was just a matter of climbing a nearby tree and managing a bit of a tricky jump. Sure, with his hurt leg and various scrapes that was a little more challenging than normal, but Tony was pretty good at scaling unfriendly terrain. With a little thump, and a quiet tap at the window Dirk was greeted with Tony's idiot grin.]

[Scaled your house to visit you no big deal.]

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[Oh and boy could he think himself into insomnia and other bullshit sometimes. The boy has no stress management. It's really sad. However, he's in the middle of reading something, face resting upon the palm of his hand, when he hears that tap. He pauses, wondering for a moment if it's just his imagination, but then he glances over behind him--and his expression brightens considerably.]

[He nearly knocks his chair over getting to his feet, and makes his way over to the open window, pushing the screen up so that Tony can get himself in. Due to the dark, he doesn't really notice any bruises of scrapes yet.]

So, is house scaling a new hobby of yours? I hope you didn't pick up this skill doing something you shouldn't.

[It's more of a worried/playful jab than anything else. He knows Tony isn't a bad guy, he's his best friend, after all. He just needs to tease him a little, because wow has he missed him.]

[oncedevil]

[Tony couldn't help but grin a little broader at the sight of Dirk nearly stumbling over himself in his haste to get to the window. Did he really miss him that much? That... was actually really kind of sweet. Not that he'd say a word of it, mind you.]

[He was quick to scramble in, nearly tripping on his way over the window sill but he manages to make it look totally intentional no he's not clumsy at all.]

If you're suggesting I've been breaking and entering I'm hurt, I just like to take less conventional routes around the city sometimes that's all.

[He knew it was a joke, and his tone conveyed as much. How rude, Dirk. You know he's not like that. He'd brush himself off and try to look indignant but sitting on the floor was more comfortable so that's where he decided to stay.]

I see you're forgetting when a healthy bedtime is as usual.

[His own little teasing jab, with an edge of concern.]

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[Yes he missed you that much, Tony! Gosh! However, at the stumbling he can't help but grin a bit. You are not sly, Tony. Not even a little.]

I'm just making sure. I mean, without me there to harp on you, who knows what trouble you could be stumbling into.

[He raises an eyebrow at him staying on the floor like that, but doesn't really make a comment. But with that comment about his bedtime, he lets out an amused noise.]

I'm not forgetting.

[And with that said, he offers him a hand to help him get up. Get off the floor you dweeb.]

[oncedevil]

[Or especially graceful, but he tries!]

Man you wouldn't believe, I guess I'll keep you around a little longer.

[So nonchalant, it's not like he was the one to climb through the window or anything.]

Oh, so you're just ignoring it? Well alright.

[He wore an amused look, accepting the hand up though it was obvious that he was moving a little awkwardly and stiff. Just keeps getting himself hurt, this one.]

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How fuckin' gracious of you.

[He remarks with an amused tone. He ignores that next comment, because the stiffness of how Tony's moving definitely catches his attention, and his friendly expression falters as he watches him closely.]

Did you hurt yourself with your cat-like entrance into my room or something?

[But as he looks him over a bit more, he is starting to notice how rough Tony's looking... and his expression is falling more and more into that typical serious line-face of his.]

[oncedevil]

[Uh oh, he knew that look. Tony was quick to put on the 'I'm perfectly fine' act to try to wipe that worry off of Dirk's face. Just because he tended to get himself into tight spots didn't mean Dirk needed to worry so much about him.]

Ah, it's nothing serious, don't worry about it.

[Which really wasn't answering the question at all, and probably more telling than if he'd just told the truth.]

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[That doesn't stop the expression, in fact, it makes it worse. He knows this game of "I'm fine, no really". He knows Tony. He folds his arms over his chest, his brows lowering a bit as he watches him.]

Tony.

[That's all he says. Because, it's all he needs to say, really.]

[oncedevil]

[No not that face, anything but that face. He can't with that face. Tony fidgets a little uncomfortably, knowing full well that Dirk's on to him and won't let up until he gets the truth.]

I... kinda got hit by a car earlier. Don't worry though I'm fine.

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Hit by a--Tony!

[He's not even sure how to feel at this time. Worry? Anger? Of course not necessarily angry with Tony. It's pretty damn hard to be.]

So you decided to climb my house instead of going to a--

[He stops himself, because he knows that's not an option. He knows how the homeless are treated there. Some staff are kind and respectable, but most aren't. Most will think they're faking it, or looking for some kind of fix and the like. He couldn't--he wouldn't ever want Tony to deal with such treatment. Letting out a deep sigh, he motions to his bed.]

Go lay down, I doubt being on your feet is going to do you any good. Do you know if you have any broken bones?

[If he did, climbing to Dirk's window must have been hard.]

[oncedevil]

[When Dirk started to reprimand him for not going to a hospital Tony put on an expression that said clearly that: It wasn't an option. Sub-par treatment at best, but most likely simply reported to the police as trying to get a painkiller fix. Especially with a story like this one. And given what they'd heard about the police and the numbered? Yeah, not exactly a risk he wanted to take.]

[He'd rather deal with broken bones than torture and murder, thank you very much.]

I don't think so, think I might've pulled something but I can deal with that. The guy wasn't going very fast.

[He lucked out, or he rolled well, either way it could have been a lot worse. Or he had a fracture that he just hadn't noticed yet, either way he was more than happy to go curl up on Dirk's bed and just let out a weary sigh. Long day, long week, he was exhausted.]

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[Yeah he.. didn't even need the look, honestly. He knew what he was about to say was stupid, and thus he stopped short. It's all so frustrating though, enough to drive a man mad. As if having a homeless best friend wasn't enough to worry about, now there's all this shit with numbers over complicating things. Eugh.]

Are you bleeding anywhere?

[Hopefully not internally. He watches him as he makes his way to his bed and lays down, before heading towards the door. Stopping just before it to hear the answer, though.]

[oncedevil]

[Everything is harder with this numbers crap. Tony almost missed his old less complicated life, even if now everything was an adventure. Some of it he could do without, like getting hit by cars.]

Not anymore. I just got a few scrapes out of it is all.

[His cheek and his palm probably took the worst of it, though one of his knees wasn't in excellent shape.]

Where you off to?