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[With one hand stretched out and the other holding onto something mounted over his shoulder, Ban popped in on his own post. He looked somewhat dizzy, throwing himself to the side very suddenly. Landing on his feet, Ban looked as if he had just rolled off of the side of a horse--one belonging to an unconscious Masamune Date. Ban shifted the load on his shoulder before tossing him over the back of the horse. At that point, one would be able to see his face in the midst of being knocked out, slumped over the horse.

He looked as if he had been tossed in the dirt--which was pretty much what happened.]

Hey. [Ban gave Masamune's cheek a little smack. He gave him another one. He even settled for pinching his nose shut for a little. Nothing happened.]

Need some heeeelp~. I gave him a pat on the back and he got knocked out.

[Then, Ban lifted a bottle of liquor to his lips--one that apparently came out of nowhere--drinking it back for a few moments before returning to what he was saying.]

Someone wanna take a look at him? There's gotta be somebody who likes this guy~. So, hurry up before I start tryin' to treat him.

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[ for a few moments, there is only silence that meets that... rather spectacular display.

and then, so very quietly, there is a sigh. it's a good thing she still has some concoction left... it looks like she'll be needing it. ]

Are you alright, Mr. Fruit?

[ she hasn't yet left masamune's side, one hand still pressing over his neck to feel for his pulse, but she looks ready to, just in case gintoki isn't. ]

WHY DO YOU ALTER A HORSE..!? WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO DO!? Are you trying to give a horse more horse power..!? Are you trying to create a Ford Mustang?!

_{[ Oh, my goodness. Gintoki crawls to his feet and staggers, merely giving the horse a dirty look before turning around to see—

ah ...
He looks at Olivia wordlessly, a snort passing through his nostrils. ]}

Does Masamune-san have a brain? Is his brain existent? Did it get sucked out by aliens long ago?
_{[ it's nice to see you too, Olivia. ]}

Edited 2016-01-05 04:58 (UTC)

[ she frowns for what might possibly the first time ever in his presence. even more so that it's directed towards him. ]

If you're well, Mr. Fruit, you don't need to yell...

[ she withdraws her hand from masamune, all Serious Business right now, and busies herself with drawing out a vial that might look familiar to gintoki... and a small sponge. this, she soaks carefully in a bit of the concoction...

and then proceeds to stuff it into masamune's mouth.

(he may or may not notice the faint flush on her lips when she does this, and how fervently she refuses to look at the other man while doing so.) ]

_{[ Congrats, Olivia! You're seeing him lose his cool— it'll be alright, though. It usually comes and goes in quick spurts.
Anyway, he's a bit frazzled at the moment— Ban really puts him in a bad mood. Thankfully, Olivia's request doesn't go unheard and he actually (gasp) listens to her.

Falling quiet for a moment, he finally shifts over to where Olivia and Masamune are, though, he is giving Olivia some space.
In a hushed tone as he studies his friend, sweeping part of his fringe aside to study one of his small injuries: ]}

Bastard.
_{[ It was directed more at Ban, who wasn't present, but interpret that as you please. ]}

_{[ He remains crouched, pulling his hand back and running it through his own mess of silvery hair before snorting. ]}

That guy.
Oli-san, don't get near him. The guy that did this. He's a real pain in my ass.

[ she figures he must mean ban. no one who was as gentle with masamune as he had just been would have uttered such a word at the man and mean it. and while olivia has no real opinion on ban just yet (she'd been too preoccupied by her worry for the other man), she trusts gintoki enough that if anyone could anger him like this, it must be deserved.

so she just nods quietly, taking the advice in stride.

she watches some of the color drain back into masamune's face; the concoction is working, but it's slow goings, considering he isn't manually ingesting it himself.

after a moment, she holds the vial out towards the silver-haired man. ]

How's your head?

[ she heard you fall on it, after all. ]

It's fine.

_{[ His response is quick, though he did ache some. Nothing he couldn't handle, though. The guy had been slashed by swords, bound by ropes and beaten, fallen from high building, etc... etc.. and not a tear sheds from his eyes. Maybe if Masamune wasn't injured, he would play it up and get some attention but—

His mind always goes elsewhere and not on himself when somebody he cares about is in need. Olivia doesn't need to know how Ban physically and verbally abused Alice; how Gintoki felt his blood turn cold at the sight of that and nearly snapped. She doesn't need to know how Gintoki fearlessly wrung his fingers into Ban's neck because he was weaponless and attempted to choke him to death.

Otherwise, Ban would had gotten a taste of his blade— straight through his abdomen.

Anyway, he sees an opportunity and he goes for it. You know, to encourage Olivia. That's what he is striving to do with this woman and he's pretty obstinate when it comes to him achieving a goal. ]}

Good thing you showed up.
I was taking him to you anyway.
_{[ which actually was the truth. ]}

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[ her cheeks color despite herself, and rather hastily she has to look away. since he hadn't taken the vial, she's left to clench it between her hands, knuckles going a little white as the cool vial rests over her knees. ]

M-Mr. Masamune is a good friend, [ she tries to explain, but all she ends up doing is tapering off in what might be recognized as guilty silence. she bites down on her lip, looking near tears for a second —

she should tell him, shouldn't he? surely he deserves to know. he has to know. that she... and masamune, his friend... that they...

but why? a small voice sounds in the back of her mind. why does he have to know? what does he care where her lips have been?

silly, her mind reminds her. you're being silly. —

she lets it all out in a rush of air, eyes hastily blinking back her tears. ]

I'll, um. I'll be out of Concoction soon. [ absently, she reaches over to wipe as some that has spilled out of the corner of masamune's mouth. she used too much, what a waste— ]

Next time, it would be better if you took him to Sieglinde Sullivan. She'll take good care of him.

[ and you too, she adds quietly. ]

Mmmm.
_{[ Gintoki hums lowly, cupping his chin and stroking it slightly, not looking at Olivia.
Who the hell was Sieglinde Sullivan? ]}

Please take care of yourself.
_{[ which is the Japanese equivalent to gesundheit. Not like Olivia will get that, but— what a mouth full of a name.
He finally looks up at Olivia, half lidded gaze fixated on her. ]}

No, I'd rather anybody go to you.
_{[ He says this stubbornly, seeming pretty set with that's just how it's gonna be. ]}

[ she'd been fervently trying to avoid his eye this entire time, perhaps afraid he'd see right through her if she did, but she can't avoid glancing up at him now, eyes wide and maybe even a little fearful. ]

N-No, I'm not really a healer, [ she insists, so fervently that the words kind of tumble clumsily out of her mouth. she holds up the vial, the contents of it sloshing from the movement. ] This is all I have, once it's gone, I-I won't be able to do anything.

[ pls?? don't be so reckless! ]

That's what you think— but you're wrong.

_{[ Gintoki gets himself comfortable— he knows Masamune should be waking up any moment now, so he isn't going to leave his side. He pulls his bokuto from his belts and slides it between his own legs, allowing the hilt of it to rest against his chest. He leans back on his arms, practically hip to hip with Masamune. ]}

Sure, other people can probably heal— other people can probably nurse and doctor and all that crap. All that stuff heals physically— that's easy. _{[ No, Gintoki. It wasn't easy. People go to school for a long time to work in the medical field, but—]}

What you've got— people don't have. Mercy, compassion, beauty and grace. You're genuine to them. I know; cause you were genuine to me.
Stuff like that heals the heart.

That's the toughest thing to heal, you know. 'Cause that's where people keep all of the things that hurt the most.
_{[ He presses his two fingers to his chest, right over his heart. ]}

Right there.

[ it sounds familiar. he's said as much to her before, down by the goblin trades, praising her kind heart and indiscriminate compassion. "santa" had mentioned it too, in his letter when he gifted her that coat, and so had "sakata claus" that night in her room. she'd believed it then, of course she did; she trusted gin, even if she isn't quite sure why yet, and she trusts his judgement. it's hard not to... when he speaks, it's like he's seeing right through her, and it's both relieving and a little terrifying, but so far it hasn't resulted in anything regretful.

embarrassing, maybe. but regretful? no.

the point is, it's not something she hasn't already heard before, to some extent, and that's why she looks humbled now, shoulders hunching slightly, eyes flickering away in shame like a student who had had to have the directions repeated for them once more. absently, she reaches up to fiddle with one of her braids, a nervous gesture that at least keeps one of her hands busy while the other grips at her vial.

she almost asks, what is hurting you? but she catches herself in time. good. she's learning. ]

You always seem to know the right thing to say, Mr. Fruit, [ she says around a soft sigh, almost wistful. almost envious. ] Is that your super power?

_{[ 'You always seem to know the right thing to say—'
Gintoki has to physically prevent himself from snorting. He's been doing a good job biting his tongue a lot around Olivia— he's a very foot in mouth kind of guy. Though, encouragement and really dissecting people as to who they are and what they may need to hear.. he has years of experience. He has had years of helping people, even through that tough and asshole exterior he so proudly put on display; he cared about others.

His pinky finger goes up into his left nostril. ]}

My superpower is flinging a booger over 20 meters. _{[ this is proof he doesn't know what the right thing is to say all the time. ]}

_{[ For the simple things, he doesn't always say the right thing. He never had much social interaction through his childhood to be too much of a pro of it. A lot of the roots of his profound words lay the teachings of his deceased teacher.

a'right then. ]}

[ it's not even like he hasn't gotten tossed through several walls before. Under normal circumstances he would have been fine, especially if he had had his helmet (which he does not). So whatever happened here or how it happened the way it did may be a mystery—to Masamune himself.

Luckily he has people like Gintoki and Olivia looking out for him. He does seem to breathe easier and look more as if he's resting rather than knocked out cold where waking him would take days.

(It doesn't help he hasn't slept well in weeks, ever since prison even if he did acquire forced resting time to recover from that.)

His horse seems restless, perhaps mostly because there is nothing but snow and dirt beneath its hooves and it is hungry (always hungry). It watches this strange display before deciding while the two moving ones interact, it will deal with its master. If Olivia wasn't right there with him, the horse probably would deal with Masamune taking a nap like this more aggressively. Instead it walks over and stops opposite side of Olivia and Gintoki, letting them do their thing, snorting as it looks down at the samurai with intense eyes...

... Before using its long tail like a fly swatter in a downward slap to Masamune's face, the momentum similar to the snapping of a whip. That is enough to jolt him except it's also enough that the first thing his body does is gasp sharply only to be greeted with the sponge Olivia had settled in his mouth to help with getting her concoction into his system. Which means—

...He chokes on it.

Yo you two hope you weren't planning on having a moment over that specialty of Gintoki's because one Date Masamune is awake and gagging just the right amount to ruin it all entirely. Excuse him as he turns away from Olivia and Gintoki to cough violently and get the foreign item out of his mouth before he died for real.

His horse is just staring down at him with a trademark horse!lineface (which may also be somewhat an 'lol' face for them, too...) it's probably trying to decide if it should have let gintoki continue his trainwreck solo or if its master circumstance is more worth it. ]

_{[ There' a moment of silence crossed between Olivia and Gintoki as he sits there next to Masamune, digging hard for the gold. It's perfect timing when Masamune wakes up in a sputtering mess, Gintoki can only look over at his friend who has turned his back on them in a coughing fit. ]}

Oi, ooooi.
_{[ His voice is soft— quiet. He sounds very gentle right now. Gintoki is ... patting his back comfortingly? Physical contact? How nice. ]}

Take it easy. You told me you don't have a gag reflex.
_{[ ???? there's a dirty joke in here somewhere. He's just going to sneak smearing whatever he picked out of his nose onto Masamune while doing so.... ah. Of course there's a reason for him patting Masamune, and it's to mask doing that. ]}

—Did you enjoy your time with Ban-san, hah?
_{[ Now his voice just sounds like a condescending mother. ]}

[ olivia has exactly four seconds to make a slight face at gintoki's remark — but it is short-lived, replaced rather quickly by a slight shake of her head. a... fond one???

because clearly he's just being humble, and choosing to deflect attention from him by saying something silly like that! gosh, he's so cool.

masamune, too, but admittedly a little less so at the moment. ]

M-Mr. Masamune..!

[ in contrast, the concern and worry that olivia displays is actually quite earnest, inching closer on her knees so she can rest a comforting and steadying hand along the man's shoulder. leaning down, she tries to catch sight of his face, to see if it's turned any unnatural color or anything like that. ]

Are you okay — do you need anything...?

[ any witnesses to this will probably assume that Olivia and Gintoki are babysitting Masamune while he pukes from one too many drinks but... That is not the case, as we all know.

Luckily Masamune manages to spit out the sponge and his choking goes to coughing to finally just ragged breathing from the violent force used reflexively by his body to counteract the choking and get the offending object out of there. He hears the two of them, though, (and while he won't admit it their actions are pretty soothing—even if gintoki's is only to cover up his snot tissue-making of the Date lord's coat—) and he glances to Olivia when she appears in his line of sight. At first he tries to answer but no words come out and instead he brings a hand to cover his mouth as if embarrassed by the failure to even get an "I'm fine" out. Shying away slightly, his face flushes a bit more to suggest further his feelings on the matter although he will shake his hand for her to indicate that he's okay she doesn't need to worry.

This is so uncool...

Gintoki's mom-voice gets Masamune to pay direct attention to him, now, and by this time he's settled enough to lower his hand and manage a reply for them both to be able to hear. ]

What are you talking about? [ guess who doesn't even know what the hell happened!! ]

_{[ Yeah, Masamune looks totally uncool right now. A part of Gintoki's sadistic side if finding amusement out of this. ]}

Beats me. You're the one who is supposed to fill us in, or are you that much of a lightweight you can't remember anything either?

_{[ Up you go, Masamune. Gintoki knows how nice that concoction is— he is probably willing to stand— or attempt to stand now. Gintoki asserts himself, slipping his arm under Masamune's neck and over his shoulders before pulling him to his feet (as long as he will allow it..?) ]}

I saved your Horsey Davidson. _{[ it will never end ]} You owe me one.
_{[ if you want to call it "saved????" He isn't going to let this opportunity go without trying to get something out of it. Then, he looks pointedly at Olivia. ]}

And her too.

_{[ for, you know, being a pretty thing and giving you some of her healing stuff. ... But mainly being a pretty thing in their presence. He enjoys looking at Olivia and he has a feeling you do too because we're both gross men. ]}

I-I didn't really do much, [ comes olivia's quiet voice, but such words are probably more than expected of her by now from the both of them. she climbs back up to her feet as well, idly brushing off some errant snow that sticks to her knees and the cloth of her coat that she'd used to kneel on. there is still a blush on her cheeks ~~(take another shot!)~~ and she still can't seem to look either men quite in the eye...

but for the most part she is relieved. masamune is okay (or he seems to be getting there), his horse is okay, and both men remain on friendly terms.

with masamuune in gintoki's steady arms, she can go ahead and turn her attention towards the nearby steed, approaching carefully with gentle, shushing motions, palms out. ]

Where would you like us to take you now, Mr. Masamune...?

[ why would they not be friends again?! This is a serious situation that Masamune has apparently missed everything on.

He lets Gintoki pick him up if only because he's still not quite able to make sense of what he missed but he automatically clings to Gintoki's arm too. This is absolutely not the polite way to help someone to their feet, bro. ] Yo, I wasn't drinking—

[ the warlord stops short, glancing over to Olivia now at her modesty and her tending to the horse. The horse seems a lot more friendly to her than it was to Gintoki, not that Masamune would know but— ]

Thanks, Olivia ♥! You don't have to take me anywhere.

[ glancing back up at gintoki now though. ] Saved him from what?

Yo. You better not be drinking without me, asshole. _{[ there's a hint as to why he got you sake glasses, and that is to invite him. ]}
Yeah, you're wrong— I outta take you out back and break your brain. Not like you really have one to begin with, but it's the thought that counts.

_{[ He shifts his arm off of Masamune once he realizes he can stand properly, but keeps close.. just in case. ]}

I saved your horse from riding off into the sunset. Apparently it's disowning you. That's a shame. Guess that's what happens when you hang out with that shitkicking clown.
_{[ you know.. Ban. ]}

[ olivia lingers beside the horse (who has definitely seemed to calm down considerably now that there isn't a ~~mad~~ man on its back). she remains quiet for the most part, merely watching the two men exchange their words while a look of mild concern remains etched into her features.

after a while, she can't help but say, in a tiny voice that could easily be swallowed up by the winds around them, ]

Um... Are you sure you're okay, Mr. Masamune...?

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