[ Alec got off lucky, with a cushion of magic to fall back on, but Rufus is only human. That gash in his shoulder may be the worst of it, but he was also tossed around like a rag doll. If the rest of his body isn't complaining then Alec will be very surprised indeed.
Rufus pushes past him, and Alec turns to catch up, only to jog ahead when they catch the attention of the men at the gate. ]
Now they're very much dead business, thanks. [ And he's not my friend, sits on the tip of his tongue, but now is really not the time. ] You got somewhere we can go to get him patched up?
[The man nods, expression well-worn with concern, and points down the street in the southern direction.
We’ve got our own little outpost set up there, just under the awning of the third building down. It’s not much, but there’s a first aid kit with a few supplies in it that should be good… You’re not the first person to come back bruised and bloodied after a stint with angry monsters, you know.
Rufus, meanwhile, does not appreciate being spoken about like he’s not there. To Alec, irritated with pain and impatience both—]
You can patch me up, but we’re not lingering.
[The second guard pipes in, thinking it reasonable to say, You need some materia? I’ve got a healing one you can borrow, ’s long as you bring it back before you go.]
[ Alec flashes the man a small smile, something commiserative, and nods his head in thanks, all while handily ignoring Rufus. Thankfully, he knows his way around a first aid kit (not sure what that says about his lifestyle, really), and he'll have Rufus patched up in no time.
But then the second guy has to go and offer him materia. It's a nice gesture, if a bit stupid to offer to a total stranger. He waves him off with a shake of his head. ]
Hate to say it man, but I'm useless with magic. Thanks for the offer.
[ Whether or not this guy has anything to say about it, Alec doesn't linger to find out. He breezes through the gate, pausing only long enough for Rufus to catch up, before heading to the little outpost. ]
[A reasonable man would maybe pause and give more consideration to that offer of magic than Alec, because a Cure materia in the hands of the right person would staunch the eking flow of blood faster and more efficiently than a first-aid kit. But Rufus is tied up by his pride, not caring for excess aid if he can get by with the bare minimum. Alec is that bare minimum, apparently, and Rufus doesn’t say or do anything more than follow, waving the guard aside as if to decline his offer.
He doesn’t miss Alec’s admission of being poor with magic, but he isn’t inclined to question it, having no real reason to. Rufus follows, pushing his pace to save face, ice-eyes fixed ahead, too stubborn to fall too far behind, and too unwilling to accept the fact that the other man is probably slowing his step for his sake.]
So was this the day you were expecting to— [He bites back a wince.] —have? I’m nothing if not exciting.
[ Alec doesn't need this kind of excitement in his life. That's why he's happy to do most of his work behind a monitor and pass the information off to other people who will use it to get themselves or someone else in deep shit. After he does a job, it's usually out of his hands from there - until Rufus decided to drag him back into one that was long over from his perspective.
Once they reach their destination, the first aid kit is easy enough to spot, being a big red metal box and all, and Alec motions Rufus to a well-worn stool nearby. ]
Sit your ass down and take your shirt off so we can get this over with and get home.
dusts this off...no obligation to continue if you don't wanna!
[He's almost too tired to balk against the command. Almost. Maybe Rufus stands just a moment too long, a hair too delayed, before the pain shooting through his nerve-endings informs him to play the part of nice, congenial patient. He finds himself seated on a rickety old stool with unbalanced legs, and he begins the slow process of removing shirt by pulling it up over his head.
Hard to do, really, when you're sporting a still-oozing wound. Give him a slow, methodical moment.]
You should work on your bedside- [wince] -manner, "doctor.
[ Alec is too busy rummaging through the first aid kit, fishing out gauze and bandages and sterile wipes, to witness the last stand of Rufus Shinra’s pride. Just as well because Alec would have most assuredly given him shit about it.
On the upside - as far as Rufus’ attempts to disrobe are concerned - the shirt is already slashed open, and the simple material tears even further as he tries to remove it. It makes the process easier, at least, even if it renders Alec’s poor shirt entirely unsalvageable. ]
Only if you work on your everything manner, Reeve.
[ Alec spares the ruined remains of his clothes a quick glance, but doesn’t remark on it. Instead, he simply moves behind Rufus, an alcohol-soaked pad in hand. ]
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[ Alec got off lucky, with a cushion of magic to fall back on, but Rufus is only human. That gash in his shoulder may be the worst of it, but he was also tossed around like a rag doll. If the rest of his body isn't complaining then Alec will be very surprised indeed.
Rufus pushes past him, and Alec turns to catch up, only to jog ahead when they catch the attention of the men at the gate. ]
Now they're very much dead business, thanks. [ And he's not my friend, sits on the tip of his tongue, but now is really not the time. ] You got somewhere we can go to get him patched up?
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We’ve got our own little outpost set up there, just under the awning of the third building down. It’s not much, but there’s a first aid kit with a few supplies in it that should be good… You’re not the first person to come back bruised and bloodied after a stint with angry monsters, you know.
Rufus, meanwhile, does not appreciate being spoken about like he’s not there. To Alec, irritated with pain and impatience both—]
You can patch me up, but we’re not lingering.
[The second guard pipes in, thinking it reasonable to say, You need some materia? I’ve got a healing one you can borrow, ’s long as you bring it back before you go.]
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[ Alec flashes the man a small smile, something commiserative, and nods his head in thanks, all while handily ignoring Rufus. Thankfully, he knows his way around a first aid kit (not sure what that says about his lifestyle, really), and he'll have Rufus patched up in no time.
But then the second guy has to go and offer him materia. It's a nice gesture, if a bit stupid to offer to a total stranger. He waves him off with a shake of his head. ]
Hate to say it man, but I'm useless with magic. Thanks for the offer.
[ Whether or not this guy has anything to say about it, Alec doesn't linger to find out. He breezes through the gate, pausing only long enough for Rufus to catch up, before heading to the little outpost. ]
You holding up okay, junior?
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He doesn’t miss Alec’s admission of being poor with magic, but he isn’t inclined to question it, having no real reason to. Rufus follows, pushing his pace to save face, ice-eyes fixed ahead, too stubborn to fall too far behind, and too unwilling to accept the fact that the other man is probably slowing his step for his sake.]
So was this the day you were expecting to— [He bites back a wince.] —have? I’m nothing if not exciting.
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[ Alec doesn't need this kind of excitement in his life. That's why he's happy to do most of his work behind a monitor and pass the information off to other people who will use it to get themselves or someone else in deep shit. After he does a job, it's usually out of his hands from there - until Rufus decided to drag him back into one that was long over from his perspective.
Once they reach their destination, the first aid kit is easy enough to spot, being a big red metal box and all, and Alec motions Rufus to a well-worn stool nearby. ]
Sit your ass down and take your shirt off so we can get this over with and get home.
dusts this off...no obligation to continue if you don't wanna!
Hard to do, really, when you're sporting a still-oozing wound. Give him a slow, methodical moment.]
You should work on your bedside- [wince] -manner, "doctor.
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On the upside - as far as Rufus’ attempts to disrobe are concerned - the shirt is already slashed open, and the simple material tears even further as he tries to remove it. It makes the process easier, at least, even if it renders Alec’s poor shirt entirely unsalvageable. ]
Only if you work on your everything manner, Reeve.
[ Alec spares the ruined remains of his clothes a quick glance, but doesn’t remark on it. Instead, he simply moves behind Rufus, an alcohol-soaked pad in hand. ]
This is gonna sting.
[ That’s all the warning he’s going to get. ]