video; username: baaaan

[perma_banned]

[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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[naturallywavy]

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. ]}

[winces]

[ 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...?