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[sleight_of_hand]

WHO: Adachi, Viktor, Yuri, Yuuri, and Yusuke (and a wild Harley appears!)
WHERE: Heropa Hospital
WHEN: May 27th; VERY early morning.
WHAT: Adachi did a dumb, and now everyone's out to yell at him for it.
WARNINGS: Mentions of dismemberment.

[ Adachi heard the familiar voice in the hallway and nearly sighed, looking over at what was left of his left arm despondently. He really hadn't wanted the others to see this, but there was no way he could say no with the way Viktor had said he needed to see him. Stupid, overly charming Russian and his stupid perfect face... ]

[ He reached over for the nurse call button, waiting for the nurse Viktor was talking to to respond. Once she came in, he let her know it was okay for them to come in, and also that his bandages needed changing. He had really tried to cover the stupid lump, but with the way it was looking, there was no way any kind of grossness wouldn't seep through. ]

[ For the others, they would get to see the nurse go in, back out, and back in with some bandages. It was another long moment before she came back out, allowing the group to go in and see him. By that time, Adachi had a fresh set of bandages on his stump, and it covered with a heavy cloth so they couldn't see it. ]

[ He managed a weak smile, looking tired, but other than his hidden lack of hand, fairly all right. ]

H-hey, guys...

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[fourlevels]

[ Viktor was really just ignoring what the nurse was saying about it not being visiting hours anyway so Adachi actually spared the poor woman by saying they can come in.

The extra supply of fresh bandages doesn't go unnoticed either, the forced wait only dialing Viktor's nerves higher, his leg bouncing noticeably as they wait in a nearby chair. He shoots up when she reappears and directs them inside, nearly bowling her over in his eagerness to get in Adachi's room—

Only to stop barely inside the door frame, taking in Adachi's appearance on the bed. He looks at his face first before his gaze is dragged down, looking at one hand to determine its presence then stopping at the heavy cloth covering his lower forearm while his breath hitches in his throat. ]

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[ Adachi fidgeted uncomfortably at the look on Viktor's face, suddenly regretting that he texted him. This was what he got for being unable to sleep, hunh? Maybe he shouldn't have mentioned he was in the hospital... next time his stupidity got him in trouble, he'd know better. ]

[ He flashed him a weak smile, raising his hand. ]

Hey, what's that look for? I'm okay, see?

[fourlevels]

[ EXCUSE U THERE SHOULDN'T EVEN BE A NEXT TIME learn from your stupids Tohru!!!

Viktor looks back up to his face only for his eyes to flick over to his only remaining hand, and something pained crosses his expression. ]

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[ Adachi let his hand drop, letting out a sigh. ]

C-c'mon, don't look at me like that. It's not the end of the world.

[fourlevels]

Ah ... you're left-handed though.

[ Because of course Viktor caught little details like that when he missed big obvious things other times. ]

[lempereur]

[ Yusuke doesn't realize how tired he is until he's standing outside a hospital room waiting for the nurse to wave him in. He had gone from work, to his own training session (that went significantly better than Adachi's, evidently), to a project he'd been working on for a week, to...here. The wee hours of the morning, bones aching, waiting to see a very difficult to work with friend.

The fact that Adachi had found his Persona again was no comfort. The detective had an unnecessarily big mouth, yes, but ultimately, it was their supposed "ally" that did this to him. It only confirmed to Yusuke that he was in over his head, and stapled a sinking weight to his heart where the Phantom Thieves were supposed to be.

As selfish as it was, he wished they were here, and it was that thought on his mind when he was finally allowed in. ]

Adachi.

[ His voice is full of concern, and cool eyes can't help but wander to where his hand should be, covered by too much bandage and cloth to see the damage. With a sigh, he sits down at the foot of the bed, trying his best to smile, and failing. ]

'Are you alright?' is such an obviously poor question to ask...but I'm sorry, I don't have anything else.

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[ Wow, Yusuke really looked like he was out of it. When was the last time he slept? Did he sleep, or did he just spend all night painting? He flashed him a weak smile himself, trying really hard to keep up the air that this really wasn't a big deal! If the others could see he wasn't freaking out, then maybe it would be okay? ]

[ But that really wasn't working, hunh? ]

No, it's okay. Really.

...I should really be the one apologizing, hunh?

[lempereur]

[ He didn't normally spend all night painting, despite the smudges of black and red and blue all over his hands. Actually, he was close to calling it quits, before being casually informed of a certain someone's disfigurement.

And no, it's not working. Losing a hand is always a big deal, no matter how much Adachi tries to smile through it. This isn't the kind of thing you can fake. ]

...possibly. I can demand an apology later, you've been through enough for one night. Is there anything I can do for you, before you give me the details?

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...you have no idea how much I want to say a mocha latte when you offer something like that, you know?

[ He let out a nervous laugh at that; his terrible sense of humor wasn't winning him any points, was it? Adachi sheepishly moved to reach back, to rub at the back of his neck with the... wrong, non-existent hand. He let out a faint noise, switching to the right hand. ]

You really want the details? There's not much to tell, really...

[ Especially while there were other people around. ]

[lempereur]

Consider it done. I owe you, remember?

[ He still has that Constellation money he feels weird spending, given that he has no idea where it's coming from (but it's probably bad!) But now that Adachi's mentioned it, Yusuke wants it just as much, so there's no room for argument before the artist is up and out, with a promise to return shortly.

Which he does. Shockingly, the stand at the cafeteria isn't particularly busy at this hour. He takes his seat again, resuming their conversation with a slightly more convincing fake smile than before, now that he's had a few minutes to compose himself. Cups in both hands, he extends one towards Adachi. ]

I would. I want to know what we are up against. Clearly, he showed something to you that I did not see.

[ He's quiet, his voice soft enough that nobody would hear him unless they were intentionally listening. ]

I need to know how diligently I should be keeping my eyes open.

[fourlevels]

[ SOMETIME LATER after Viktor has calmed down, he finally has the presence of mind to note the unfamiliar face in the room. He waits to address him until they make eye contact, giving him a slight nod and a light, tired smile. Despite it being ass early o'clock and way past his normal early bedtime, Viktor still looks fairly gorgeous, if a little droopy. Even his damn Russian accent seems exotic. ]

Are you a friend of Tohru's?

[lempereur]

Ah...

[ Yes, he sure does. He'd moved away from portraiture after the whole debacle with his mentor's palace, into a more abstract phase, but even with tired eyes he could tell that Viktor possessed the sort of awe inspiring beauty that would have him diving for his sketchbook.

If he had remembered to bring it, in the rush to ensure that Adachi was safe.

Right, he should probably answer. ]

Yes. We come from the same world. My name is Yusuke Kitagawa.

[ He bows his head, slightly. Not as pronounced as normal, on account of being up for...who knows how long, now. ]

[fourlevels]

[ Viktor's used to people staring at him so he doesn't much notice the pause, at least. Viktor pauses a bit himself at the realization this person might know Adachi before he even arrived here; did they know about his crimes there? He either hopes not or hopes that they've also forgiven him for them.

The pause as Viktor considers that has his eyes widening slightly, but then he smiles one of his World Champion smiles to cover for it. ]

Oh! It's nice to meet someone else from his world. I'm Viktor Nikiforov.

[beautiful_monster]

[Yuri shows up around 15 minutes after Viktor even though he did, in fact, arrive with him. He's sipping at an extravagant looking Moonbucks coffee drink and, rather than waiting for a nurse to get permission for him to enter the room, flashes his imPort tattoo and a look that can only come from not enough sleep and being angry and fifteen years old, and sweeps past her into Adachi's room.]

So. What the fuck happened?

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[ ...seriously, Yurio? Really? Adachi let out an embarrassed noise, shaking his head. ]

Wow, even you came? Now I really feel like I'm loved! Heh heh...

[beautiful_monster]

[His expression flattens out into raw disdain.]

I came for Viktor and Katsudon.

[sleight_of_hand]

[ That already nervous laugh trailed off into a sheepish squeak. ]

Haaa... of course...

[nextlevel]

[ Yuuri came in with Viktor or shortly after. Giving them a bit of space first, staring hard at that stump all the while. Oh god. He feels like he's going to throw up. ]

H-how are you not dead?

[sleight_of_hand]

[ ...oh damn, that look on Yuuri's face. He followed his gaze over to the covered stub, tugging the cover over it a little more before leaning forward, trying to keep it out of Yuuri's line of sight. ]

It's fine. The laser sword cauterized it immediately, and my Persona handled the rest.

[nextlevel]

[ That helps, but he still knows it's there. It's not, strictly speaking, comfortable to contemplate. ]

L-laser sword? Like a lightsaber?

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...but light can't--

[ ...you know what? Not important; but seriously, all the skaters needed to watch more sci-fi movies. ]

Yeah, like a lightsaber.

[itistolaugh]

[ Do you know who doesn't have to pay attention to visiting hours and can crash into someone's room at ass o'clock and wake them up by poking at a fresh stump? Doctors! Do you know what kind of doctor pokes a patient's fresh stump in a hospital she doesn't even work for? Shitty doctors! ]

Oh my god, you are the worst. Look at you, you stumpy loser!

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[ Adachi groaned in pain as he was poked awake. First thing he noticed was the others weren't around. Second thing he noticed was he didn't exactly remember falling asleep. Harley was the very annoying third thing, and he gave her a pained, exasperated look. ]

Was wondering if you'd show up.

[itistolaugh]

Ahem. "I'm so thankful my beautiful, darling friend took the time to come see my lame ass," you mean.

[She hops into bed with him, shoving him to the side because these hospital beds really aren't meant for two, and drops an arm around his shoulders.]

Okay, what happened? And don't bullshit me. Nobody cuts off and cauterizes a hand on accident.

[sleight_of_hand]

[ Adachi grunted as she invaded the bed, trying to shuffle over a little so she didn't completely shove him off. ]

It got cut off by a cyborg freak with a laser sword.