i'm always right but what's your perception?

[shooteverything]

[ detention in the bio classroom isn't as bad as it could be. at least there's stuff to look at. heine's gaze trails over the dusty blackboard, the sun coming in through the window, and the old raccoon specimen in a glass case on a high shelf. the sun isn't actually that appealing; he burns too easy to enjoy it.

so: staying inside and cleaning the classroom as punishment is an all right option, all things considered. heine picks up a rag with two fingers from the countertop to hold it under the tap, ready to get started and do a just-barely adequate job so that the teacher won't get on his ass.

there's supposed to be someone else coming in. he glances toward the doorway, checking to see if they've arrived yet. if they're unwelcome company, he can either intimidate them into cleaning by themselves or, worst case scenario, kick them out and just do it alone. ]

Comments

[killectric]

Who knows. [He says purposefully obtuse.] Lots of people have it out for me. My family's the most influential in the whole city, after all.

[Killua narrows his eyes as he's dragged into a strange building, and he's beginning to wonder if he hadn't just jumped out of one frying pan and into another.]

[shooteverything]

Sure. [ heine doesn't exactly believe what he says about his family, but he has more immediate concerns. he lets himself into nill's apartment. she's not there, as he expected; she has a part-time job and her shifts are usually at this time of day.

meanwhile, he doesn't explain anything to killua, even as he shuts the door behind them. the apartment doesn't really suit him, after all. it's neat, clean, and decorated with little trinkets and artwork hung on the walls. the other pairs of shoes in the entryway are obviously too small to be his, as well. ]

Let me see your shoulder. [ he's already urging killua toward the couch with the way he's standing. if it's just sprained, then good, but if it's anything more serious, they might need to go to a hospital. ]

[killectric]

It's not broken. [When those are the first words out of Killua's mouth at the request, then that means something is wrong. Because it's not moving, that's for sure. Even as he tentatively approaches Heine and takes a seat, he doesn't seem willing to remove the hand bracing his arm at his side.]

It popped.

[shooteverything]

Dislocated?

[ he's had experience with that, at least. heine crouches down a little, bracing an arm on the couch arm so he doesn't get entirely into killua's personal space. ]

Can you take your shirt off?

[killectric]

...Sure, but I don't see what help that's gonna be. [He side-eyes Heine little and goes to remove his shirt--only to realize that he can't.

Because that would require moving his arm. So he looks back up, expression and voice flat.] Did you do that on purpose?

[shooteverything]

Just checking.

[ it's more reason for heine to think it's dislocated, and he doesn't want to intervene unless he has to. since just rolling up the sleeve won't let him see killua's back, he starts reaching for the hem of his shirt, warning, ] Keep your arm still.

[ he doesn't make any explanation or excuse for his actions. truly the worst bedside manner. ]

[killectric]

Just don't rip my shirt. [Arm pain, whatever--but if he goes home with his clothes in tatters his parents are going to reprimand him again.

Killua sucks in a breath and braces himself.]

[shooteverything]

[ heine grunts vaguely in understanding. he pulls the shirt up, nudging killua to get his uninjured arm through the hole and then his head. then he pulls the whole article of clothing over and down his dislocated joint before tossing it over the back of the couch.

he should probably warn him beforehand, but heine is already setting the heel of his palm on killua's shoulder and his other hand on his arm. it's going to hurt like hell, and heine's only words are: ] Don't move.

[killectric]

[It already hurt like hell just to get his shirt off, but Killua bore with it. The sweat beading at his brow and the occasional wince or hiss were his only real signs of discomfort.]

Ah...hah. [There's a brief window of relief once Heine is done, but then that hand is braced against Killua's shoulder and his body becomes rigid again.] Wait--do you even know what you're doing?!

[shooteverything]

[ good pain tolerance, heine notes, letting his hands drop away. ]

I've done this before. [ technically not a yes. ] It's still going to hurt for a while, but it's better than letting it stay out of its socket.

[killectric]

[Killua gulps, eyes shakily focused on his arm. He can't go home like this anyway, his parents will have a fit.]

Yeah, I guess. Just get it over with.

[shooteverything]

...try not to look.

Or scream.

[ without further ado, heine applies force to the limb, hard enough to get it back into its socket. it's a partial dislocation, but still likely painful enough to cause most people to pass out. heine inspects the joint again; it's already bruising, but it's back where it should be. ]

[killectric]

Hhh--! [Killua doesn't exactly scream. It's an internalized noise, stifled behind gritted teeth and sealed lips as his body trembles. The process is quick and over before he even knows it, but it still leaves Killua exhausted and gasping afterward.]

...Ow.

[shooteverything]

[ well, that part's over, at least. heine stands back, perspiring a little himself. ]

Are you old enough to take aspirin?

[killectric]

[Killua looks incredibly done what with his brow drawn and sweat trailing down it.]

I'm not that young, moron.

[shooteverything]

I'll dislocate your arm again.

[ despite how flat his tone is, he's joking. heine slips off again to find aspirin in nill's medicine cabinet and returns with a tablet he hands over. ]

[killectric]

You're full of it!

[Killua swipes the tablet once Heine comes over, gulping it down dry with a small cough.] Ugh... This sucks.

[shooteverything]

[ heine just shrugs, he's heard worse. ]

I don't have anything to make a sling, but you can probably get one at CVS. Don't use that arm for a while.

[killectric]

Are you kidding? My parents will ship me off if they find out!

[Bracing a hand against his shoulder, Killua slowly rolls it as he grits his teeth. He'll just have to get used to it...]

[shooteverything]

To where, the hospital?

[ seriously though: ] You'll fuck it up worse if you move it.

[killectric]

No--they'll send me to some private school. [Killua drops his arm with a his, huddling over to clutch it as he shakes.]

The kind you can't leave.

[shooteverything]

[ heine keeps himself from saying "you can always leave", because his idea of "leaving" is a little too dark and too permanent. another suggestion— ] Just run away, then.

[ as if it's easy. it wasn't, for him, but here he is anyway. ]

Stay with a friend for a while.

[killectric]

Tch... Easy for you to say.

[Killua didn't have any friends, plain and simple. He was supposed to go to school and come back home. He was already pushing it by being out as long as he was right now.]

You don't have a weird obsessive brother to track you down.

[shooteverything]

Well, "mother" still sends him after me sometimes.

[ heine rubs the pad of his thumb against the corner of his mouth and takes a seat on the arm of the couch. ]

She hasn't since I broke his leg, though.

[killectric]

[Killua blinks, looking up. Hey, this guy didn't seem that bad after all.]

Yeah, well... I can't try something like that on him. I mean, I stabbed my other older brother once, but he was totally asking for it.