[Jean works the cap off the bottle with his thumb but doesn't get beyond that when he's on the receiving end of some -- yep -- wild accusations from Eren.]
It doesn't matter where I got it from, okay?!
[The less you know, the better, Eren. That's just Jean's way of keeping you of any potential trouble.]
This is gonna disinfect and help me out here, because clearly you're incapable of it.
[...He supposes it doesn't. There aren't a lot of options. But aren't they buddies now? He just forcibly removed a stabby-stab from Jean's arm, surely that's earned him from friendliness points.
Not that he's making a huge effort of becoming besties with Jean. He merely glares -- slightly, at that.]
I can leave right now you know, since you've got everything under control.
[Except he'd be super guilty if Jean were to pass out. Despite this, he's standing up straight again.]
[On the one hand, he's pissed off enough to almost believe that Eren can leave him be because he does have everything under control (or at least he thinks he does); on the other, well, there's a sense of dread bubbling up within him that he can't quite figure out. Nor does he want to, really. Because then that'll mean he'll have to admit to himself that he wants Eren to stick around and help. Ugh.
Jean takes the cloth off his arm. The good news is, it's not gushing blood, thanks to all of the pressure he had on it. The bad news is, it's still an open wound.
He heard some older folk joking about pouring alcohol onto wounds. But that seems kind of ridiculous. He looks to seriously consider it, though...]
...
[Eren didn't see that though, right? Good.
Jean returns the slight glare.]
I mean, unless you have something to close this up with?
[He's totally not trying to be dismissed so easily, even if Jean's been super insulting the whole time. He does take a step back -- the whole farce comparable to a mother threatening to leave her rebellious four year old behind at the market. He doesn't make off with that initial dismissal, gaze falling to that open gash at Jean's forearm.
Eren sees all.]
Not really.
[If only he had a scarf on him.]
You should keep it wrapped for now. Maybe we could steal some ointment...
[Eren's already a bad boy, see? Jean can't rub off on him like that. Not that he's even aware of Jean's kleptomania regarding that bottle. Drunks, drunks are everywhere.]
[Drunks are definitely everywhere. Even in their army. Ahem.]
Wrapped with what?
[The shirt isn't soaked through so they might be able to use that, but...
Jean wrinkles his nose, not too keen on the idea of using it. But he does perk up at the idea of stealing some ointment. Hell, he's almost smiling now. They could steal a suture kit and bandages and other stuff!]
Ointment? From where? Who?
[If he's sitting up and sliding to the edge of the crate, then...]
[That gross shirt, but he rethinks it as soon as Jean questions it. He could always offer his shirt, but that would be suspicious. Why is your shirt covered in blood this time, Eren? Would anyone even care at this point?]
I'm not sure, but someone has to have some.
[Like a medic or any well-dressed adult. Speaking of being well-dressed, he's pulling that shirt of his overhead.]
I'll figure it out, so just be quiet.
[Too many questions, Mr. Still Has Potential To Completely Lose His Arm, Lest Become Infected.]
Use this to keep it covered.
[And clean. Fortunately he hasn't been sweating in it; it's not his dress shirt that he's offering (inside out, no less), but the one with the laces.
Maybe you oughtta think of what you're going to do first before you start...
[Stripping. Ugh.
Jean forces himself to recoil and look disgusted toward Eren as the other boy removes and offers up his shirt. And it happens to be the one Eren wears all the damn time. Grumbling, Jean takes the shirt and drapes it over his wound, silently hoping he won't start thinking about this scene, or how selfless Eren is being by offering up the shirt he wears day in and out...]
You're not going out to steal anything, are you?
[Not like Jean's one to talk. He got into this mess by fiddling around with stuff that doesn't belong to him in the first place. But still.]
(Sorry! I fell off the wagon because of work and other assorted bullshit. If you'd rather not continue, no worries!!!!!!)
[Jeeze Jean, that's so immature. He has no idea what the ending of that sentence could begin to be, but it earns a glare. Which is typically the way he looks at Jean anyway.]
What if there isn't any choice?
[Sarcastic -- rhetoric, really. He doesn't want to steal it, but it's for..the greater good. He'd put it back once they were finished with it...in a week.
He should probably keep ointment on that gash. Using it once and leaving it at that seems utterly useless.]
[OOC; No worries! I'm up for continuing if you are.]
Just...
[He's already light-headed and there's a dull ache forming behind his eyelids. Nice additions to the nasty pain burning within his arm. Jean's had too much for one night; no sense in arguing, especially since Eren doesn't have to do any of this
Jean sighs, looks down at the shirt he's got pressed snug against the gash.]
If you're caught, just say it was me that told you to do it.
[Even though he didn't -- and he doesn't even want him to -- he does bear the responsibility here. Jean can be sarcastic and cynical and a bit of an ass. But he's not that much of an asshole.]
[Jeeze louise, what the heck's that about? Jean's clearly being affected by the bloodloss, or maybe the circumstances as a whole.]
If I'm just supposed to blame everything on you, doing all of that would be worthless. They'd ask what you needed it for, besides, I don't plan on getting caught.
[Confident shirtless Eren. The best version of Eren.]
...Sure you're not gonna pass out while I'm gone?
[Just to clarify; he's not totally accustomed with Jean's Softer Side.]
[OOC; I do but I don't really use it that often. It's mostly to keep up with a couple of people. It's mahhaken if you're interested.]
[Hell, Jean himself isn't used to his Softer Side, so he can at least understand the awkward atmosphere. What he doesn't understand is why Eren is being so...
...well, nice isn't the apt term here. Jean's idea of someone being nice is along the lines of Krista, or maybe even Armin. Eren obviously doesn't fit that kind of image. But he's not as hostile as he normally is, and now Jean is just so confused.
He sighs, grumbles a little under his breath.]
Whatever, do what you want.
[He sighs a bit, and shifts around uncomfortably in his seat, making every effort to not look in Eren's general direction.]
[Life's hard when you're forced to help -- not an enemy, but a sorta rival? SORTA. Jean's more or less the last person Eren would ever try to get sentimental with (but talking about handjobs and methods is fine).
Jean's negligence in terms of eye contact almost makes that statement insincere, but he's definitely not dying. That doesn't lessen whatever urgency he's feeling though, and standing around weighing around how socially acceptable it is to abandon a patient for however brief a time isn't really helping at all.
So he takes a step back, then heads for the door.]
Don't move, it won't take long.
[Which is like, the biggest lie he's told in days probably.]
[Yah. :) I haven't seen her around or spoken to her in a long time, though.]
[Frenemy might be the best description but even then that's kind of...well, Jean isn't sure what it is. All he knows is that it makes him feel a little weird to think about it.
He sighs, reminds himself what's really going on here, then rolls his eyes. Eye contact's a lot easier this way.]
(I was at her house recently...I'll kick her ass for you...)
[As long as he stays put. The bated breath thing is overkill and everyone here knows it. Maybe Eren'll stop and find a new shirt in lieu of the bated breath thing. Maybe he'll just get the shit and come back with it because what if someone asks where his shirt went in the first place? Lying about it would be easy, but he'd rather avoid any variety of confrontation for the time being...until approximately two hours from now at least.]
Do whatever you want, just stay here.
[For the record. He's gonna make off with those important last words...]
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[Jean works the cap off the bottle with his thumb but doesn't get beyond that when he's on the receiving end of some -- yep -- wild accusations from Eren.]
It doesn't matter where I got it from, okay?!
[The less you know, the better, Eren. That's just Jean's way of keeping you of any potential trouble.]
This is gonna disinfect and help me out here, because clearly you're incapable of it.
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Not that he's making a huge effort of becoming besties with Jean. He merely glares -- slightly, at that.]
I can leave right now you know, since you've got everything under control.
[Except he'd be super guilty if Jean were to pass out. Despite this, he's standing up straight again.]
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[On the one hand, he's pissed off enough to almost believe that Eren can leave him be because he does have everything under control (or at least he thinks he does); on the other, well, there's a sense of dread bubbling up within him that he can't quite figure out. Nor does he want to, really. Because then that'll mean he'll have to admit to himself that he wants Eren to stick around and help. Ugh.
Jean takes the cloth off his arm. The good news is, it's not gushing blood, thanks to all of the pressure he had on it. The bad news is, it's still an open wound.
He heard some older folk joking about pouring alcohol onto wounds. But that seems kind of ridiculous. He looks to seriously consider it, though...]
...
[Eren didn't see that though, right? Good.
Jean returns the slight glare.]
I mean, unless you have something to close this up with?
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Eren sees all.]
Not really.
[If only he had a scarf on him.]
You should keep it wrapped for now. Maybe we could steal some ointment...
[Eren's already a bad boy, see? Jean can't rub off on him like that. Not that he's even aware of Jean's kleptomania regarding that bottle. Drunks, drunks are everywhere.]
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Wrapped with what?
[The shirt isn't soaked through so they might be able to use that, but...
Jean wrinkles his nose, not too keen on the idea of using it. But he does perk up at the idea of stealing some ointment. Hell, he's almost smiling now. They could steal a suture kit and bandages and other stuff!]
Ointment? From where? Who?
[If he's sitting up and sliding to the edge of the crate, then...]
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I'm not sure, but someone has to have some.
[Like a medic or any well-dressed adult. Speaking of being well-dressed, he's pulling that shirt of his overhead.]
I'll figure it out, so just be quiet.
[Too many questions, Mr. Still Has Potential To Completely Lose His Arm, Lest Become Infected.]
Use this to keep it covered.
[And clean. Fortunately he hasn't been sweating in it; it's not his dress shirt that he's offering (inside out, no less), but the one with the laces.
The ruddy one he wears all the time.]
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[Stripping. Ugh.
Jean forces himself to recoil and look disgusted toward Eren as the other boy removes and offers up his shirt. And it happens to be the one Eren wears all the damn time. Grumbling, Jean takes the shirt and drapes it over his wound, silently hoping he won't start thinking about this scene, or how selfless Eren is being by offering up the shirt he wears day in and out...]
You're not going out to steal anything, are you?
[Not like Jean's one to talk. He got into this mess by fiddling around with stuff that doesn't belong to him in the first place. But still.]
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[Jeeze Jean, that's so immature. He has no idea what the ending of that sentence could begin to be, but it earns a glare. Which is typically the way he looks at Jean anyway.]
What if there isn't any choice?
[Sarcastic -- rhetoric, really. He doesn't want to steal it, but it's for..the greater good. He'd put it back once they were finished with it...in a week.
He should probably keep ointment on that gash. Using it once and leaving it at that seems utterly useless.]
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Just...
[He's already light-headed and there's a dull ache forming behind his eyelids. Nice additions to the nasty pain burning within his arm. Jean's had too much for one night; no sense in arguing, especially since Eren doesn't have to do any of this
Jean sighs, looks down at the shirt he's got pressed snug against the gash.]
If you're caught, just say it was me that told you to do it.
[Even though he didn't -- and he doesn't even want him to -- he does bear the responsibility here. Jean can be sarcastic and cynical and a bit of an ass. But he's not that much of an asshole.]
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[Jeeze louise, what the heck's that about? Jean's clearly being affected by the bloodloss, or maybe the circumstances as a whole.]
If I'm just supposed to blame everything on you, doing all of that would be worthless. They'd ask what you needed it for, besides, I don't plan on getting caught.
[Confident shirtless Eren. The best version of Eren.]
...Sure you're not gonna pass out while I'm gone?
[Just to clarify; he's not totally accustomed with Jean's Softer Side.]
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[Hell, Jean himself isn't used to his Softer Side, so he can at least understand the awkward atmosphere. What he doesn't understand is why Eren is being so...
...well, nice isn't the apt term here. Jean's idea of someone being nice is along the lines of Krista, or maybe even Armin. Eren obviously doesn't fit that kind of image. But he's not as hostile as he normally is, and now Jean is just so confused.
He sighs, grumbles a little under his breath.]
Whatever, do what you want.
[He sighs a bit, and shifts around uncomfortably in his seat, making every effort to not look in Eren's general direction.]
...I'll be fine.
[Mostly.]
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[Life's hard when you're forced to help -- not an enemy, but a sorta rival? SORTA. Jean's more or less the last person Eren would ever try to get sentimental with (but talking about handjobs and methods is fine).
Jean's negligence in terms of eye contact almost makes that statement insincere, but he's definitely not dying. That doesn't lessen whatever urgency he's feeling though, and standing around weighing around how socially acceptable it is to abandon a patient for however brief a time isn't really helping at all.
So he takes a step back, then heads for the door.]
Don't move, it won't take long.
[Which is like, the biggest lie he's told in days probably.]
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[Frenemy might be the best description but even then that's kind of...well, Jean isn't sure what it is. All he knows is that it makes him feel a little weird to think about it.
He sighs, reminds himself what's really going on here, then rolls his eyes. Eye contact's a lot easier this way.]
I'll wait here with bated breath...
[Not exactly the truth, but...]
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[As long as he stays put. The bated breath thing is overkill and everyone here knows it. Maybe Eren'll stop and find a new shirt in lieu of the bated breath thing. Maybe he'll just get the shit and come back with it because what if someone asks where his shirt went in the first place? Lying about it would be easy, but he'd rather avoid any variety of confrontation for the time being...until approximately two hours from now at least.]
Do whatever you want, just stay here.
[For the record. He's gonna make off with those important last words...]