[ two boys, legs in the air, trying to tip the other one over with force but not too much force because they're both so dumb and this whole thing is dumb and if nic actually used his real strength then hinata would probably have a foot through his ribs right now but that'd just be dumb.
[one of the people in this spat is sixteen. the other...]
S-shut up! Why aren't you in medical?!
[... is a slightly taller, bigger baby, and Hinata wouldn't let him forget it. honestly, why'd he want to apologize to this guy--?! what a weirdo! freaking out over the strangest things, changing moods in the blink of an eye! (hold on, a tiny, hardly heard voice in the back of Hinata's mind whispered. hold on. is he embarrassed...?)]
[(...)]
[(if he was, he's an even bigger weirdo!)]
[---- and yet, the idea of leaving without getting an answer to why Nic hadn't gotten his hands checked out suddenly seemed... quite erroneous. even worse, near unthinkable. to emphasis his point, he jabbed his shoe's toe more stubbornly into the guy's side. it probably felt no worse than a flea's bite, but Hinata would also stubbornly ignore the imbalance between them.]
[ does it help if nic is still mentally 13? no? oh okay.
the mention of medical jut puts a bit of tension in nic's shoulders — not so much over the idea of medical itself (though that's certainly a bit of a factor — he doesn't trust anyone in there) but more over the realization that the kid's noticed enough about him to realize he probably needs to be in there.
[despite missing the tension in the other's shoulders, the change in atmosphere is as noticeable as stepping on a tack. Hinata's foot freezes in its attempts to jab Nic into movement; if he looks any more confused, it could perhaps be attributed to Nic's choice in excuse.]
So plug your nose.
[-- after a pause, his own expression pinching briefly in bemusement before continuing. a good thing Nic couldn't hear tone, he leaned too heavily on concerned.]
No, really. What's up? They don't ask questions, if that's what you're worried about.
[though he couldn't imagine why Nic would be worried about that.]
[ nic doesn't have a lot of value for his life. that much surely wouldn't be much of a surprise, given how often he's found in states like this, how often he willingly puts himself there.
lives like his, they're expendable, and replaceable, and it's just common sense not to waste time trying to fix something that keeps breaking.
so this "care" that so many medical professionals (or otherwise) here claim to distribute indiscriminately — it is too foreign not to be a lie, and too insensible not to be distrusted.
so while he may not value his life, when he is asked to pretend to, he certainly doesn't put it in the hands of people he does not trust. ]
[of course - these are things Hinata doesn't understand.]
[doesn't even fathom. he pauses only because a moment passes wherein he wonders if Twilights had regeneration like Wilson's; the moment leaves with a resounding no way, otherwise he'd be already fine in its wake.]
... You could at least set them. I'll grab the materials.
[foot dropping from Nic's side with a suspicious look on his face. it was the least he could do after causing the man so much trouble--- it was the least he could do, as those fingers looked awful.]
[and different as the origin may have been, he knew as well as any swordsman how valuable one's hands were.]
[ a quiet, steadying breath. a tightness around his lips that seem to settle on a refusal, already ready with it, but when he actually responds, the words seem to surprise even him. ]
dON'T knOw HoW.
[ he's seen theo and nina do it a million times, 90% of those on his own hands. but with both damaged, there's no chance he'd be able to do it right, not that he'd be able to do it right despite.
his hands have never been very good at fixing things. ]
I'm sorry for smashing into... set timelines....... aahhh.
[as the other's expression sets him up to expect refusal, the answer surprises the both of them. for Hinata, it made for a... somewhat pleasant surprise. headway, anyway. words turned over quick, head tilting as suspicion slid smoothly into consideration.]
Then, [still not understanding why Nic wouldn't just go to medical, but accepting it as an immobile obstacle,] we can go to Hange. She knows how. And she spends more time being science-y in her room than at medical, far as I'm aware.
[whenever it might have become a "we," the conditional was apparently there to stay.]
[ he is far too old, nic decides suddenly, to be expected to put up much of a fight in the face of all this dogged stubbornness. it's all too reminiscent of nina's coddling, without the actual coddling, and frankly it's annoying as hell.
is it so wrong to want a little peace and quiet around here? ]
[in short: yes. in long: especially when in relation to Shouyou Hinata, yes.]
[he very carefully keeps himself from immediately beaming upon victory, because one, it wasn't actually a victory (it was a bit of a victory), and two, Nic probably would just look grumpier (and he was supposed to for the purpose of this visit be kind, for all their tussling made that stick).]
[with a smile that wasn't a beam but did brim with happiness in a manner almost more unbecoming, he nodded vigorously, and swayed up to his feet. half-turned to the exit, stopped, waited.]
It'll go real smoothly! It'll be over before you know it! [quickly signing, as it was more productive than fidgeting:] Let's go! Let's go!
[ well hinata's right about one thing — that barely contained smile does annoy nic even more, but you're pretty much hitting par for the course either way, hinata.
nic, of course, takes his time getting up. in fact he seems to be going about a lot slower than usual, likely to hinder and annoy the other boy. he takes his sweet ass time making sure his blackglass and book are closed up and tucked into one of his pockets (thank jesus for cargo pants) and pretty much drags his feet towards the exit.
what's the hurry anyway. they'll still be broken later. ]
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but hinata is totally dumber, obviously. ]
whY Are You STilL HErE?
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[one of the people in this spat is sixteen. the other...]
S-shut up! Why aren't you in medical?!
[... is a slightly taller, bigger baby, and Hinata wouldn't let him forget it. honestly, why'd he want to apologize to this guy--?! what a weirdo! freaking out over the strangest things, changing moods in the blink of an eye! (hold on, a tiny, hardly heard voice in the back of Hinata's mind whispered. hold on. is he embarrassed...?)]
[(...)]
[(if he was, he's an even bigger weirdo!)]
[---- and yet, the idea of leaving without getting an answer to why Nic hadn't gotten his hands checked out suddenly seemed... quite erroneous. even worse, near unthinkable. to emphasis his point, he jabbed his shoe's toe more stubbornly into the guy's side. it probably felt no worse than a flea's bite, but Hinata would also stubbornly ignore the imbalance between them.]
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the mention of medical jut puts a bit of tension in nic's shoulders — not so much over the idea of medical itself (though that's certainly a bit of a factor — he doesn't trust anyone in there) but more over the realization that the kid's noticed enough about him to realize he probably needs to be in there.
seriously, how annoying. ]
SmEllS wEiRD.
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So plug your nose.
[-- after a pause, his own expression pinching briefly in bemusement before continuing. a good thing Nic couldn't hear tone, he leaned too heavily on concerned.]
No, really. What's up? They don't ask questions, if that's what you're worried about.
[though he couldn't imagine why Nic would be worried about that.]
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lives like his, they're expendable, and replaceable, and it's just common sense not to waste time trying to fix something that keeps breaking.
so this "care" that so many medical professionals (or otherwise) here claim to distribute indiscriminately — it is too foreign not to be a lie, and too insensible not to be distrusted.
so while he may not value his life, when he is asked to pretend to, he certainly doesn't put it in the hands of people he does not trust. ]
i'Ll heAl jUSt FiNe ON mY Own.
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[doesn't even fathom. he pauses only because a moment passes wherein he wonders if Twilights had regeneration like Wilson's; the moment leaves with a resounding no way, otherwise he'd be already fine in its wake.]
... You could at least set them. I'll grab the materials.
[foot dropping from Nic's side with a suspicious look on his face. it was the least he could do after causing the man so much trouble--- it was the least he could do, as those fingers looked awful.]
[and different as the origin may have been, he knew as well as any swordsman how valuable one's hands were.]
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dON'T knOw HoW.
[ he's seen theo and nina do it a million times, 90% of those on his own hands. but with both damaged, there's no chance he'd be able to do it right, not that he'd be able to do it right despite.
his hands have never been very good at fixing things. ]
I'm sorry for smashing into... set timelines....... aahhh.
Then, [still not understanding why Nic wouldn't just go to medical, but accepting it as an immobile obstacle,] we can go to Hange. She knows how. And she spends more time being science-y in her room than at medical, far as I'm aware.
[whenever it might have become a "we," the conditional was apparently there to stay.]
shhh shhhh
is it so wrong to want a little peace and quiet around here? ]
iF i GET tHEm seT, tHEn wILl You LEAvE me AlONE?
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[he very carefully keeps himself from immediately beaming upon victory, because one, it wasn't actually a victory (it was a bit of a victory), and two, Nic probably would just look grumpier (and he was supposed to for the purpose of this visit be kind, for all their tussling made that stick).]
[with a smile that wasn't a beam but did brim with happiness in a manner almost more unbecoming, he nodded vigorously, and swayed up to his feet. half-turned to the exit, stopped, waited.]
It'll go real smoothly! It'll be over before you know it! [quickly signing, as it was more productive than fidgeting:] Let's go! Let's go!
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nic, of course, takes his time getting up. in fact he seems to be going about a lot slower than usual, likely to hinder and annoy the other boy. he takes his sweet ass time making sure his blackglass and book are closed up and tucked into one of his pockets (thank jesus for cargo pants) and pretty much drags his feet towards the exit.
what's the hurry anyway. they'll still be broken later. ]