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*Jason is taking the trash out from his bar to the dumpster when he spots the blood on the sidewalk and turns to look at who it's coming from* Shit, dude. You're bleeding. *He doesn't know if this is news to the guy, or if he's aware, so that's all he says for now*

[ It's not new, no, bless you, stranger. And by 'not new' he does mean this has happened before. A lot. But you don't expect much when you try to stop a convenience store robbery. ]

Does it bother you?

*He tosses the trash into the dumpster and heads right on over. He's not one to get into people's business, but bleeding. He can't just walk away from that with a shrug*

It doesn't bother you? Look, man. If you need help, I got my bar right over here. There's a first aid kit in my office. Or a phone, if you wanna go to the hospital.

[ Of course it bothers him, Jesus, but as earlier stated, it's no big deal. Not to him, at least. Naoto gives a wry smile to Mr. Good Samaritan, corners of his eyes crinkling. ]

First-aid kit sounds nice.

*He realizes then, that maybe he should have asked what happened first. But he meets a lot of different kinds of people at his bar, so he usually just goes with the flow of whatever.

Either way, he pulls a clean rag from the back of his pocket, holding it out*

At least hold that on there for now. *Jason leads the guy into the bar and to the back, unlocking his office and heading in. It's quite a clutter in there, but he moves a stack of files off a chair so the other can sit* There's disinfectant in the kit, but I can grab you some vodka too if you'd like.

[ Experienced. The man is as jarred as you'd expect a man to be, but not necessarily disturbed. Naoto takes the rag graciously and rolls up the sleeve of his already-stained jacket, pressing it into what looks to be a bullet wound in his bicep.

The bullet's already been pulled out, thankfully. That's why his fingers are stained, blood beneath his nails. He follows obediently and chooses the noble path of not speaking. ]

Is the vodka for drinking or disinfecting? [ It's a rather terrible attempt at a joke. The rag is crimson now and Naoto feels a little awful about it. He takes it off and takes in a breath as he starts to work on dressing his shitty arm. The sting makes him grit his teeth just a little. ] Jeez...

*Jason's seen people get beat up before, stabbed, even. But never shot. He winces inwardly when he sees the bullet wound and quickly opens up the first aide kit* Man, you sure you don't need a hospital? That thing's bleeding pretty bad.

*The jokes flies over his head at the moment, no matter what kind of attempt it was and he just grabs the bottle he has in his desk, handing it over* What can I do? Is there enough gauze in there? .... Is there a bullet in there? *Excuse his thousand and one questions. He's usually more quiet but he's seen enough blood in his lifetime where he gets nervous about what it could mean*

[ Well, it's apparent his Good Samaritan hasn't seen a bullet wound before. Naoto considers a hospital but decides it's no go. He's not good with hospital, and he's learned how to stitch himself, at least. He opens the bottle, pausing, and then takes a good swig of the stuff before pouring it over his wound.

The sting is palpable, and he disinfects the needle and thread after he cleans up the wound to the best of his ability. ]

The bullet's out, don't worry. [ He's smiling reassuringly. Naoto knows he isn't supposed to be, but here he is. Using his right hand he punctures the end of his skin with the needle and starts to suture himself. ] You never seen a guy get shot before?

[ The man asked what he could do. Naoto needs a distraction. ]

*Holy shit this guy is going to sew himself up right here, he thinks to himself, part of him thinking that it's pretty cool, the other part of him still thinking holy shit*

Never seen a guy get shot before, no. Plenty of other things, but not that. And here I thought I was less sheltered than most.

...This happen to you a lot, or something? You're pretty skilled at that.

Not often, the getting shot part. The sewing myself part? Yeah.

[ Questions are good. Questions keep Naoto from noting the fact that he got fucking shot and there's a needle in his skin. He's not whining or anything, but you do get kind of freaked out by this stuff usually, experience or not.

It's gross seeing his skin close. ]

I can teach you if you want. It's an essential life skill. [ Aaaand closed. Naoto bends to cut the string with his teeth. He takes another swig of vodka and appreciates the sting in his gums. ] What's your name, by the way, so I can change my will before this kills me.

Can't say I've ever had to sew myself up. Always went to a hospital. *which has him wondering why this guy won't go to one. He wonders for a moment if he's harboring some kind of fugitive here*

I have some ointment you can put on that. *He goes digging through the first aide kit again* Name's Jason. You sure you're gonna be alright?

I'll be all right as I'll ever be. [ Naoto graciously takes the ointment and tries not to wince as he works on his wound, and then he wraps himself up. He's careful not to go too tight for fear of fucking up his stitches. ] You're surprisingly calm for hanging around a guy who just got shot.

Really? It must be shock. *He kneels down to get a better look at the arm* Also, I own a bar. I've seen lot of crazy shit go down.

So what happened?

[ He knew he wasn't getting out of this scot-free. Ah, well. Naoto gives. The guy sheltered him, so giving his embarrassing attempts at chivalry shouldn't be so bad. ]

There was, uh, attempted robbery at the combini a couple blocks away. [ By 'combini' he means convenience store. His Japanese roots always show up one way or another. ] My body doesn't seem to understand the concept of 'off-duty', is all.

So you're a cop? *Jason's a little more relieved at that, though he doesn't show it* Did you get the guy, or were other cops called in?

He was properly disarmed, knocked out and taken away by cops who aren't off-duty. [ His smile is wry. ] Though I'm a little pissed I had to get shot for that to happen.

Hey, man. At least you got him. You still might want to get that checked out by a doctor, though. *he stands* Can I get you anything else?

Is it outta the question to ask for curry?

... it probably is. [ He glances at the vodka and lightly strokes the neck with his index finger. ] Can I pay for this?

*Jason hesitates for only a moment before pulling his phone out* We can order some? *And then he waves his hand dismissively at the question* Don't even worry about it. You got shot. You deserve all the vodka.

I'll get shot more often if it means free alcohol.

[ Naoto's been trying to lighten the mood since square one, in fairness. He clears his throat. ]

You like curry, too?

*He smiles slightly* I can even grab you a glass if you'd like. *He's fine with lightening the mood, he just isn't always very good at it* I do like curry, yeah. There's a great place pretty close by. Delivery distance from here. I haven't had dinner yet anyway.

[Buddy. Buddy. There's something wrong with your arm there. Are you sure you should just be... standing there like that?

They're staring, mostly because they don't know what to do in this situation, they've kind of been caught by surprise here.

...

They should definitely do something though.]

[ In fairness, he's still a little bit in shock. Not everyday you get a bullet lodged into your arm, you know? He's already limped a couple of blocks, let him just...

... notice you, of course. ]

Uh.

[ Fact: this person doesn't look Japanese. Naoto can't even really tell if they're male or female. He stares back for a few seconds, before finally speaking up. ]

I might pass out from blood loss.

A glass? I feel like royalty.

[ Naoto smiles back, albeit not in the dazzling, sparkling way he probably should. Then again, you don't expect shine from coal. ]

Thanks, then. For the curry offer. Anything's fine as long as it's extra spicy.

[No they understand completely. They jump a bit at the notion of the man passing out, and immediately get to work. They're not a healer! But they do have lots of cloth on them. Immediately they tear a strip off the bottom of their robes and hurry over, gesturing for him to give them his arm. Come on! Don't bleed out on them, they're concerned! If they can get his arm, they wrap it up nice and tight.

And then start pulling on him down the street. Hospital! They know that much!]