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[a_titanum]

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[monsterjohann]

[After this disaster.]

Johann is still limping as he opens the door to his cabin and calls out.

"Florian!"

He is bloody, though seemingly uninjured. His coat is torn and black bloody at the sleeve, there's deep blood in his hair and dripping down his face, where it's met with specks of brighter red.

He limps to the couch and collapses onto it with a groan.

[a_titanum]

Of course he's seeming uninjured; it would be a much bigger problem if he was still injured and one that Florian would be extremely concerned about. As it is, Florian is not without his safeguards in his rooms, quietly laid though they may be, and thus while he is not in the room, it only takes a minute, maybe a minute and a half before he's running through the door and closing it, heading over to Johann.

"Johann! What- what happened?"

[monsterjohann]

He puts his hands over his face and, when they come away with blood, he groans.

"Fucking doctor decided that it would be adventageous to drug me so he could cut me open on his floor."

He swears under his breath.

"I killed him when I came to, but - fuck..."

[a_titanum]

A chill goes through the room at the force of his icy rage, uncontained in his own home. He swallows, just the once, before he pulls out his communicator and starts taking pictures. Specifically of the rips and the blood and the distress on Johann. He's not going to let people paint this the way he knows they will.

"Where did you leave him?"

And a hand will be put on Johann as he feels his blood almost seem to boil for a moment before he'll feel himself somewhat restored, some of his energy replaced, and whatever lingering grogginess from the experience removed.

...he's a small pretty thing who dealt with a lot of drunks and business men, most of which didn't want to admit that they liked fucking men. You better believe he knows how to deal with a drugged drink, even while not entirely 'with it'.

[monsterjohann]

He instantly leans into the sweet touch, embracing the swift heat that crackles through him, burning away the static in his head.

"In his cabin. I left before his warden came. The rope he used to tie me to the bed is still there. There's probably still blood on the fucking railing on the stairs where he attacked me," he mutters, staying still for the pictures before he starts to undress.

[a_titanum]

"Stay here," because Florian is going to go out and get more pictures. "I will be back soon enough."

[monsterjohann]

"Alright."

He doesn't want to go out anyway. He undresses and finds new clothes, scrubbing himself with a damp rag until everything stops aching. The hunger sets in next and he scrounges for any snacks kept in their cabin. No crisp, biscuit, or bread is left untouched.

[a_titanum]

Florian is going to make a call while he's on the way to the scene. Once there, he's going to do the best that he can to document what's there and take a few samples with his pocket field kit.

Florian's going to make sure that he doesn't corrupt or destroy any evidence, all the way up to the door to Hilbert's room.

[monsterjohann]

Johann is patient, but not that patient. Not enough to sit quietly, at least. He going to just clean his knives and wait for Florian to return, now that he's mostly clean.

[a_titanum]

Johann will get a message on his communicator:

I've informed Herr Archer of the situation. I'm going to let Herr Belmont know as well.

[monsterjohann]

He hears the notification and looks it over.

Busy bear. I've recovered just fine. Stay out of the way of his warden.

[a_titanum]

Of course, mein wilderwolf.

I also intend to contact those wardens from his world to find out what he might have wanted with your blood. I will not assume anything.

[monsterjohann]

I don't think we've spoken before.

I don't know how long he's been planning this.

[a_titanum]

Nor do I. I have spoken to him some and had thought to join some of his classes.

I think I have better things to do with my time at this point.

[monsterjohann]

I'm sure you fucking do.

I did make him suffer in the end.

[a_titanum]

Discussions for later, Johann. Keep to business.

Trevor is livid. He and Herr Archer know you to be the attacked in this case, however the situation ended.

[monsterjohann]

Florian might be able to hear his grumbling complaint even from the corridor.

The wardens might not believe me.

Or they'll think I deserved it.

[a_titanum]

I have enough samples to provide forensic or magical evidence to the contrary if necessary.

What they care about is hardly my concern beyond ensuring that you aren't punished for this other man's murder.

[monsterjohann]

It wasn't murder.

It was self defense. I had to break my own fucking foot to get away from him.

[a_titanum]

[ There's a short pause before he answers. ]

I know. I will be back soon.

[monsterjohann]

Don't take long.

I'm going to sleep.

[a_titanum]

I will wake you up when I get there.

[ So he can let Johann curl around him. ]

[monsterjohann]

[And now that he's clean, that's exactly what he's looking forward to.]

[a_titanum]

[ And when he gets in, he'll do just that. Then, entwined with Johann, he isn't going to do anything but hold him.

No sleep will come for some time. ]

[monsterjohann]

He sleeps for a while, hours and hours, well through the day and into the evening hours. Many times, he woke, but forced himself back to sleep, just so he didn't have to face the rest of the day.

It's been a difficult fortnight.

He's grateful for Florian, letting him go only when he's decided he's had quite enough rest. "How much trouble am I in?" he mutters without opening his eyes.