Renji actually did let Daemon help him up, which was more of an admission of weakness than he cared to think about. He had to keep reminding himself what River had told him. And she was right.
...except for the whole guy sex thing. He had no idea where that was coming from, and it was simply disturbing for all sorts of reasons.
"Got a lot to do tonight, and I don't want to keep taichou waiting," he said. He glanced at Lucivar for a moment, giving him a grin mostly hidden by the napkin. "But thanks for the concern."
His expression became disgruntled once more at Daemon's comment. Not necessarily at the man - he was right, damn him anyway - but because of the situation. "Yeah, I know," he said. "Rub it in, why don't you." He finally let go of his nose and sniffed experimentally. It hadn't been much of a nosebleed, so it had stopped quickly. "If anyone gets shredded, I'll let taichou take care of it, promise. He's better at that kind of shit anyway." Mostly because nearly anyone was better at kidou than Renji. Scratch that... everyone was.
Besides, if anyone was going to end up shredded, it'd probably be him. His job was to play meat shield, and he enjoyed it most of the time. He gave Daemon a crooked smile. "Don't worry so much. It's me. Stuff's been trying to kill me for centuries and it hasn't done it yet."
He headed for the door, though he was taking his time now. He'd give it a couple more minutes before he hit the ground running. In the doorway, he paused. "And be careful, both of you." He looked at Daemon. "You know what night it is."
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...except for the whole guy sex thing. He had no idea where that was coming from, and it was simply disturbing for all sorts of reasons.
"Got a lot to do tonight, and I don't want to keep taichou waiting," he said. He glanced at Lucivar for a moment, giving him a grin mostly hidden by the napkin. "But thanks for the concern."
His expression became disgruntled once more at Daemon's comment. Not necessarily at the man - he was right, damn him anyway - but because of the situation. "Yeah, I know," he said. "Rub it in, why don't you." He finally let go of his nose and sniffed experimentally. It hadn't been much of a nosebleed, so it had stopped quickly. "If anyone gets shredded, I'll let taichou take care of it, promise. He's better at that kind of shit anyway." Mostly because nearly anyone was better at kidou than Renji. Scratch that... everyone was.
Besides, if anyone was going to end up shredded, it'd probably be him. His job was to play meat shield, and he enjoyed it most of the time. He gave Daemon a crooked smile. "Don't worry so much. It's me. Stuff's been trying to kill me for centuries and it hasn't done it yet."
He headed for the door, though he was taking his time now. He'd give it a couple more minutes before he hit the ground running. In the doorway, he paused. "And be careful, both of you." He looked at Daemon. "You know what night it is."