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Ugh, my head...

[Dodger seems like he just woke up... and like he woke up pretty roughly at that. He looks the same as normal, if a little more relaxed and sleepy. Although, those who haven't seen him lately will now be able to see that he's wearing what looks like a shock collar with a green light glowing on the buckle. A power suppressor. Also, the lights are on in his room for once, so the observant might be able to catch some less blurry shots of the somewhat invasive amounts of information kept on several people around the city, which are plastered all over his walls along with identifying pictures of them. Something which he hasn't taken the time to read through, since he doesn't remember any of it.]

I feel like I got hit by a train... shit. Hey- there's notes all over the desk here, so I know this is my place, but- fuck, I don't remember a single fuckin' thing about- here. Someone wanna tell me what's going on?

[He doesn't look any different, his scars are still there and so is his scruffy beard. But this doesn't seem... quite like Dodger. His tone is less condescending and sullen, more just... sleepy, with a morning grumpy sort of vibe. Like he'll pop back up and be a cheerful, relaxed person once he gets some coffee. And speaking of indulgent drinks...]

....Fuck, Janet's gonna kill me if she sees all the bottles in here...

[ooc: Dodger has forgotten everything past his 20th birthday, including all of his CR in Riverview. Enjoy letting your muses explain their version of events to him... or just fuck with him. He doesn't know any better.]

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I guess I must have been...

[He's starting to adjust to being.. a past self stuck in his future self's body, for lack of a better wording. But it still feels strange, thinking about what he's going to become.

His coffee comes and it downs half of it before returning his attention to Eichi, leaning forward to kiss his knuckles.]

Someone on the- network told me I'm drunk all the time here. And that's... ignoring the pictures on my wall and all. [He hesitates a moment.] Looks like I turned into a real piece of work...

Are you feeling guilt for it? Fear?

[Whatever it is, Eichi leans a little closer, letting his free hand reach up to ruffle Dodger's hair a little like he's petting a dog.] It must be quite overwhelming to lose years of your life. Imagining that seems impossible to me... So why don't you start over and tell me about yourself as of now?

[Dodger hesitates, but... the touch is nice. He leans into it, and... yeah, he can believe that they're close, with how Eichi seems to know exactly what affection speaks to him best.]

I... worked as a fisherman, back home. Been working there since I was seventeen... couldn't get through an interview with the scars on my face, never liked working indoors anyway, so this old man gave me a job on one of his boats. [He relaxes a bit while he speaks, but there's still a trace of guilt on his face.] I had a girlfriend - Janet - and... we were talking about shit like getting married and having kids. Opening up a flower shop like she always wanted, that sorta thing.

[He'll just keep petting him like this, like it's casual, though he does have to pause every now and again to cough to the side.]

...To be honest, while I wouldn't have been surprised to hear that you were dating others, I never got the impression that there was anything serious. You have no ring, you live on your own, and the only person you've mentioned is your old "master." It could be that things didn't end up very well. I'm sorry.

[He grimaces at that... it does hurt, that he would have only mentioned Benny and not Janet. What sort of person could he possibly have turned into, and how?]

Janet and I have been dating for six years... I don't know how long after my memory stops. She's the light of my life. [He feels a bit sheepish, talking to someone who he thinks is her replacement... but apparently he'd never talked about her before, and he aims to mend that.] I guess something happened to her... no one I've talked to even knows she exists.

[That's pretty sad, isn't it. Eichi honestly does feel bad for him, and the way he tries to smile through a frown is either sympathetic, hurt, or something in between or shared.]

Then, someone like me is just a stranger right now, right? [Obviously. But is he really not going to remember anything? It just reminds him of his friends from the Eluvio who never remembered, or how Yuuri came back and didn't seem to recall at all. He hasn't even had the bravery to stop the ice skater... He pulls back just a bit, and stops petting him.]

So I should stop with something like this, probably. [Another cough, harder this time, and he grips the edge of the table as he gets control of it.] There was a time when I thought I was still in my second year, and also lost some memories... I wonder if this case is similar to that.

Word is on the network, it's happening to a lot of people...

[But he looks up when Eichi stops petting him, and seems to wilt. Sure, he may not remember anything, but... that doesn't at all mean he wants to miss out on being petted. When Eichi coughs again, he moves to rub his back softly and leans closer to him, stopping himself from naturally moving to kiss his cheek. Some things never change.]

Hey... even if I'm stuck in it, the past is the past, yeah? No changing it now. Just... gotta give me some time to adjust. [He pauses.] Seriously, though, should we check into a hospital? You sound pretty bad.

[It's cute, all of this, and he wants to enjoy it further. Dodger is surprisingly pure like this, and Eichi wants to see more of it. Not in any mean way, but just out of this nosy curiosity. But Dodger might be able to tell as he leans closer that Eichi is beginning to radiate more heat than normal, looking even more pale as he recovers from his cough.]

Do I seem that bad? How unfortunate... I thought I could keep it under control, but I may have to end this date early.

[This wasn't what he had planned at all. He tries to shift, to lean forward, one hand on Dodger's shoulder for support, but he falls against him, unable to support himself even while he's sitting. Before he can even speak up again, he's coughing into his hand again, harsher. He overestimated his own health this time.]

This looks a little more serious than 'unfortunate'... [Why does he always end up hanging around people who think flirting with death is inconvenient?? Dodger gets up, forgetting what little of his coffee is left in favor of making sure Eichi stays in his seat.] Listen, stick right there and I'll call someone, yeah?

[Because fuck knows he doesn't know where the hospital is... nor does he know how to drive safely, nor does he trust a hospital unless he's seeing Scry. He pulls his phone and goes to the first username he can think of - perfect, he's got Cain in his contacts. Under 'Jake'. Go figure.]

[Eichi can only manage a short nod before he hunches over the table, half-empty tea cup pushed aside so that he can fold his arms there. It's not comfortable, Eichi keeps trying to shift to prevent the blood draining from his face, but stubbornly, he'll try to stand at one point. Hopefully it's late enough that Dodger might be back in time to catch him before he collapses to the floor. If not, he'll still be there surrounded by a couple of concerned strangers by the time he gets back.]

[Dodger had never moved from Eichi, because he knew not to trust Eichi to stay still - that much is a clear observation from just looking at him. Instead there are strangers looking up in surprise as Dodger makes his call in the middle of the cafe, loudly proclaiming that his date needs a hospital.

The call ends suddenly, as he watches Eichi try to stand up and grabs him to push him back into his chair.]

Damn it... don't die on me, jesus.

[ The phone call is short but informative, and soon Cain's arriving to the cafe without aplomb. He looks like any other schmuck in the crowd but soon he's by Eichi and Dodger's side, lips pursed and light concern on his face. After a moment, he nods in a specific direction. ]

You want to carry him, or should I?

[Dodger moves to pick Eichi up, but.. it takes a moment of struggling to succeed, and he huffs in annoyance.]

Harder than I expected with a power suppressor... [It's hard to go from virtually unlimited strength to a normal, squishy human level.] ...I can carry him, though. You got a way of getting him to the hospital?

Walking, unfortunately. It isn't far, so we'll just...

[ He motions, and starts to move. Whether the tab's been settled here at the cafe or not already isn't his problem right now. He glances back only briefly to see if Dodger's okay with following. If only his teleportation were stronger... ]

Did something happen, or is he just not feeling well?

Nothing happened, he's just... I don't know, he passed out.

[Dodger adjusts his grip on Eichi, but sure, he can carry him that far. It'll just be a little more of a workout than he's used to.]

He said he just gets sick sometimes, but... he didn't mention he could get this sick.

Right. He mentioned he was sickly to me, too, and it's not... surprising, but that does suck. If we're lucky, he's just been pushing himself lately.

[ Considering how closely Cain watches when they practice with Eichi's healing power, it isn't out of the realm of possibility. ]

Must have been startling, though. I'm glad you called.

Well, uh... [He hesitates, since.. he sort of trusts Cain's version of events a little more than anyone else's, and this might be wrong, but:] He told me we've been dating, so I figured it was sort of. Moral imperative. I guess.

[Or if nothing else... his future self must want him alive for one reason or another, or he wouldn't be. He trusts that much about himself.]

You know him?

Dating? Huh. First I've heard of it, but we don't really talk about other people so much as just... talk.

[ That Dodger might be seeing someone doesn't surprise him, even with his obsession with Reaper, but that it's Eichi... Hm. Interesting for sure. ]

Yeah, we help each other out every now and then.

I'm a... pretty private guy, usually. I guess I'm not surprised.

[Janet had softened him up, but... obviously whatever happened put his shell back up. He just offers a small shrug.]

Dating's never really been my thing, anyway, I'd rather give people the impression I want them around until I kick 'em out the morning after. Easier to keep it all away from Janet that way, anyway. But... he does look like my type.

[Small, innocent, someone that needs his protection and.. wouldn't feel safe if he got angry. He refuses to think about that last part for too long.]

Nothing wrong with private. You do you, right?

[ It's a nice saying. Cain likes it a lot, helps him express how other peoples' business doesn't really matter to him (unless he's bored). ]

Yeah? Your type?

[ Does that mean Eichi and Janet have things in common? ]

[He nods quietly.]

Always had a taste for the... girly, innocent ones. They're easy to talk into things, y'know... a lot of them got so little experience they just figure whatever I do to them is how it's supposed to be. [He pauses, and.. adds on in a more hesitant tone:] Same... sorta thing happened to me, my first time. Always seemed fitting.

[He's not about to pretend it's okay. It's just how things are - he uses people to feel in control, just like every other aspect of his life.]

Janet's a sweet girl, it's never... I never wanna hurt her, so I keep things... y'know, soft with her. Vanilla, affectionate, all that. Gotta get my rocks off somehow, though. [He hesitates.] I bet this is shit you didn't wanna know, huh.

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