[ Good, and he stares at Bandou a bit, so they won't force him to do things he doesn't want to do? Maybe it was clicking in his head a little better. He might be able to trust them ]
Thanks...and I'll help Homra.
[ Even though he didn't mean for it to be an order, Eric felt it a little it to be one and took it as such ]
[ He opened his mouth to say something else, like who thise were, but the heaviness came back, the pain sharp and burning. He tripped and collasped on his knee, slightly in a fog. He had reached his limit days ago but he still kept going.]
[ Bandou heard the thud and turned. Most probably would have just let Eric deal with it himself, but he was a member of HORMA now. And though Bandou would probably whine about what Eric had done to him at some point in the future, he wasn't going to treat him like he didn't matter.
So, he extends a hand out, willing to lift the kid up if he needed the help. ]
[ When Bandou put his hand out, Eric closed his eyes and flinched, expecting something else. ]
I'm fine...
[ He tries to get up by himself, but halfway through his legs decide to bring him back to the ground. He looks up worriedly at the hand, but his hands remain at his side as he tries to get back up on his own. ]
[ Don't worry, Eric, Bandou won't punch you unless you do something especially stupid. Instead he kneels down and slings one of Eric's arms over his shoulder, giving him better support to stand. ]
You're probably hungry, aren't you?
[ The kid was skinny enough that he probably wasn't fed well. ]
[ He tries to move away from Bandou as he reaches down and gives a small noise like a squeak. The support is a mild freaking out, wincing a bit because ow that just hurts his arm and ribs. ]
N-no no...I'm fine.
[ He says this as his stomach makes a noise. He grabs his stomach trying to make it quiet. ]
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If that's what you wanna do, then yeah. Either one's fine.
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I don't care or know what I want to do. It's easier if you just tell me.
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Fine. Just come to the bar. Have a drink or something. Get to know the rest of the guys.
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Uhm...I'm seventeen...
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So? Kusanagi-san doesn't care. As long as you don't go trashing his bar.
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But Eric shakes his head ]
I don't want to drink.
[ Too many bad things associating drinking with pain and fear. He hopes that this gang isn't as bad. Maybe they'll be worse if they get drunk. ]</>
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Then you don't have to. See, you went against me and made a choice on your own.
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They thought it would be fun...to see me drunk when I was little. I didn't like it. So avoiding it...is fine
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Eh... well, we're not going to force you to do any. I mean, I'd expect you to help out if a comrade needed it, but that's really all.
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Thanks...and I'll help Homra.
[ Even though he didn't mean for it to be an order, Eric felt it a little it to be one and took it as such ]
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[ Bandou pauses suddenly, looking back to the warehouse his gang pretty much blew up. Shit. ]
Hey, are you gonna need a place to stay?
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I suppose so? But I can sleep outside, if you want
[ He's used to that too. ]
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[ He was homeless for a period of time between leaving home and joining homra anyway. It's not exactly a good time. ]
Shouhei will probably be fine with you staying with us, and if not, Kusanagi-san would let you sleep on the couch at the bar.
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You mean like a real place?
[ No warehouse floor? No dirty scarps of blankets in a cold room? To sleep on a couch would be a luxury.]
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[ He opened his mouth to say something else, like who thise were, but the heaviness came back, the pain sharp and burning. He tripped and collasped on his knee, slightly in a fog. He had reached his limit days ago but he still kept going.]
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So, he extends a hand out, willing to lift the kid up if he needed the help. ]
You gonna be okay?
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I'm fine...
[ He tries to get up by himself, but halfway through his legs decide to bring him back to the ground. He looks up worriedly at the hand, but his hands remain at his side as he tries to get back up on his own. ]
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You're probably hungry, aren't you?
[ The kid was skinny enough that he probably wasn't fed well. ]
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N-no no...I'm fine.
[ He says this as his stomach makes a noise. He grabs his stomach trying to make it quiet. ]
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I'm not gonna hurt you, alright? Even though you punched me and kicked me in the stomach.
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