[ It isn't common for Ratio to be up and about this late at night, as his usual bed time is 10 PM and he is usually in his room by 9 to prepare to sleep. But it has been far more difficult as of late, dealing with a restless mind and intermittent nightmares that leave him wanting to stay awake rather than sleep.
He'd only meant to step out for a few minutes to grab some herbal tea. Two cups, for him and his lover. He'd spotted Raidou in the cafeteria looking exhausted and thought nothing of it other than a slight disappointment that he seemed to have reverted to how he previously was after the mission in Seoul. Well, that would be something Ratio would consider in the morning.
He walks in Raidou's direction with all the caution of a civilian wanting to quickly get to their next destination, easily forgetting that he is among trained warriors—that Raidou is a trained warrior who is emotionally distressed—meaning he's completely caught off guard when Raidou whips around and grabs him by the neck.
The two mugs he's holding joins Raidou's in a big mess of cracked ceramic and liquid on the floor as he scrabbles against the chokehold, fear piercing through him in an instant—and then the grip is gone and he's left coughing, his throat irritated by the sudden pressure. ]
I'm—I'm fine—
[ He swallows hard and winces in pain. Looks like his neck will be bruised tomorrow. ]
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He'd only meant to step out for a few minutes to grab some herbal tea. Two cups, for him and his lover. He'd spotted Raidou in the cafeteria looking exhausted and thought nothing of it other than a slight disappointment that he seemed to have reverted to how he previously was after the mission in Seoul. Well, that would be something Ratio would consider in the morning.
He walks in Raidou's direction with all the caution of a civilian wanting to quickly get to their next destination, easily forgetting that he is among trained warriors—that Raidou is a trained warrior who is emotionally distressed—meaning he's completely caught off guard when Raidou whips around and grabs him by the neck.
The two mugs he's holding joins Raidou's in a big mess of cracked ceramic and liquid on the floor as he scrabbles against the chokehold, fear piercing through him in an instant—and then the grip is gone and he's left coughing, his throat irritated by the sudden pressure. ]
I'm—I'm fine—
[ He swallows hard and winces in pain. Looks like his neck will be bruised tomorrow. ]