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[ who knows how it happens idk if there's a doorbell. he is answering the door though, looking surprisingly awake ]

Mm - good eveni . . .

[ wait ]

I-Intensity . . . -san? CEO-san? What happened to you - ?

[His voice is muffled behind his hand]

Got in a disagreement. Do you do night visits?

Yes.

[ immediately, opening the door more to let him in ]

Please, come in; let's get a better look at that.

[If he was in a better state of mind, he would comment on the decor. But he isn't, so he doesn't. Really though? Besides the kotatsu, this whole dorm is a mess.

Letting Lucibel lead him wherever]

[ he is in a state to say though ]

Sorry about the decor. Uhm, please take a seat -

[ gesturing to the kotatsu ]

- may I see the wound?

[Sits down or more like collapses onto the floor. He moves his hand from his face and it's just what you would expect to see for someone who got their face smashed into a concrete floor.]

[ oh dear. immediately sitting beside him, gingerly touching at his nose with one hand - like before, the pain starts to fade as does sensation in general from his wound and head which isn't super fun as an experience, but ]

. . . Goodness.

[ while he works to get the cartilage mended, and the bleeding stops almost immediately though there's still probably some left to come out ]

Who did this . . . ?

[That feels way weirder on his head than on his arm but he's quiet and still and a good patient throughout the healing process]

Nobody important.

[Places a hand on his right side]

Can you check for cracked ribs, too?

[ fortunately the numbness fades pretty quick, this isn't a super big injury to heal from or anything. he tilts his head, looking to his chest and side and the hand that rests there. ]

. . . I can try - ah, I suppose if it isn't injured, then my ability surely would not work? Are you alright with testing that?

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[Curtly:] Yes. That's fine.

Then, please excuse me.

[ and he's pressing his hands on Kaiba's chest, more accurately against his ribs - although lucifel's hands both glow white whatever pain exists doesn't subside this time around. he's pressing firmly, working his hands down against Kaiba's sides and front - if there is anything broken it will be mended, or if anything is torn it will be repaired, but it isn't a super pleasant sensation. ]

[No, it is not, and Intensity clenches his fists and fights the urge to curl in on himself as Lucifel's hands and magic do their work. He feels... something... inside him shift so it's safe to guess that something was torn, but who's to say what it was. Whatever. He didn't even want to think about these stupid injuries more than he had to.

To distract himself:]

What do I owe you?

[ it probably doesn't help that he's specifically pressing more on the right side to see if he can discern an injury there, though at least it heals right quick ]

Ah . . . We still haven't quite decided, but all in total, 300 points would suffice, I think. At least, no one in my unit will complain about that much.

[Let's out a sharp hiss through his teeth. Though once it heals, Intensity finally allows the tension to leave his body. Stupid fucking pride.]

Right.

[He pulls out his phone and surely there is a way to transfer points to others, so there you go, Lucifel. 300 points]

Bill me if any extra charges come up.

[ letting his hands linger for a moment ]

Certainly. ...Does it still hurt? Shall I remove that pain for you?

No. It's fine.

[Taps the side of nose and relaxes a little more when that doesn't cause any pain]

I can breathe out of my nose again. That's all I really give a fuck about.

That's a relief to hear.

[ quiet for a moment more, sitting up properly now ]

. . . Was it Oni-san?

[Tenses at that. How did he---

Fine. Fuck. Whatever]

Oh? So you've seen his handiwork before?

And here I thought I was special.

Ah - no, I've never had to heal anyone from his attacks before. But, out of everyone I have seen so far, it would be either him or a member of avante en garde, and they seem to be particularly fond of weapons.

[ whereas you look like you just got thrashed ]

Really? Both avante en garde I tussled with punched me in the face.

Eh? Really? I'll keep that in mind, then.

[ getting up from his seat ]

Ah, would you like a napkin or towel? There's still the blood, after all . . .

[Oh right. Looking at his hands and his jacket and ugh, why did he wear so much white]

If you're offering.

I'll be right back, then.

[ and he's going to go get a towel to wring out in warm water before he brings it back ]

I don't know how to get blood off of clothes . . . . But, perhaps Heart Soldier Senshi might know?

[Taking it and wiping his face and hands at least]

Soak them in cold water.

...

Can I ask you about the last game?

Ah . . .

[ sitting down again near him ]

Of course, please.