[ Jaime snaps a few pictures before hurrying inside, toeing off his shoes in the doorway and hopping up the stairs, phone in hand. He waves one hand at Yusuke. ]
[ The damage is...spread out, but not as bad as it could be. After she broke the window, Mai plastered the room in needles as one would cover the wall with paint. Which, coincidentally, he and Jaime might have to do, again. There are tiny holes covering the wall, the table, the half dozen paintings Yusuke has in the room, and of course, his own arms, which he rolls his sleeves up to reveal covered in bandages.
Geez. [ Jaime pokes his head in, surveying the damage and taking a couple of quick photos. He knows the kinds of things cops look for by now, and he gets the close-ups where they need it, although the cops would really have no reason to doubt their claims. Who would do this to themselves?
He looks down at Yusuke's bandaged arms, frown growing deeper. ]
This wasn't an ordinary client, was it? To manage to do all this, from the ground to the second floor? That's an imPort's work. You got your wounds all cleaned up already?
Worrying's what I'm best at, [ Jaime says, absently, carefully inspecting the damage and running through charges in his mind. Assault, certainly, in addition to property damage and vandalism. He could have a decent case for stalking too. He's not sure if Yusuke will report it in the end, but he should at least know his options. He straightens up from taking one last picture with a sigh, placing a hand on his hip. ]
Just because you can take care of yourself doesn't mean you should. Everyone's gotta ask for help sometime.
[ Yusuke knows that. He's given out the same advice to multiple people since he's arrived here, and he has a support system. He's just...hesitant to invite too many people into it. At least until things calm down, and they have to eventually, there's only so high things can escalate before someone ends up dead. ]
You did just say that you were taking care of yourself, [ Jaime notes, though he says it mildly. His expression isn't cold, necessarily, but it's shuttered, polite. He gets the picture. It's probably foolish to keep on trying. ]
Well, if you decide to press charges after all and need these pictures, you know where to find me, [ he says, shoving his phone into his pocket and heading back to his room. ]
For real, it's fine, [ Jaime says, pausing just outside of his bedroom. ] You don't gotta apologize for getting attacked. Ain't your fault. Stuff just happens sometimes.
why are you sorry he's so sweet he only wants to help ;_;
I mean, you could have told me that it happened before I ran into it, but other than that... there's not a lot you can really say, besides that you got attacked.
[ Which, in fairness, he had said eventually. It just took a little coaxing, just like talking to anyone in this house does. ]
You should've been able to slam the door in her face without her attacking you, [ Jaime says, but he's got a very particular perspective on the matter; you don't do all of this crime fighting without hearing every excuse in the book for why someone did something, and why it's okay. No matter how fierce the rejection, there's no excuse for it.
Unless Yusuke did something shittier than say no to designing her crap, but Jaime doesn't think the guy has it in him. ]
[ Yusuke had dreamt up every excuse he could when Madarame was concerned, and he knew now that they were all wrong, but he was trying to downplay it, make sure Jaime didn't worry. Obviously that didn't work. ]
I was upset, about something unrelated. I told her I was not able to work, that's it.
Yeah, seeing as you didn't tell her to just screw off - not that what she did woulda been justified even if you did, 'cause you don't retaliate by attacking someone - then this sounds like something that's one-hundred percent her problem. [ He rubs at his forehead a little, considering the erraticness of half of of the imPorts here. ]
Artists gotta have lives too. If I can get a day off at the garage when I need it, then you gotta have the same.
y!
I will be here.
[ Or, he'll be outside the door, moving his easel and various pieces of furniture out into the hallway to make room for Goemon. ]
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Hey. Let's see what the damage is.
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[ The damage is...spread out, but not as bad as it could be. After she broke the window, Mai plastered the room in needles as one would cover the wall with paint. Which, coincidentally, he and Jaime might have to do, again. There are tiny holes covering the wall, the table, the half dozen paintings Yusuke has in the room, and of course, his own arms, which he rolls his sleeves up to reveal covered in bandages.
It isn't dire, just...exhausting. ]
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He looks down at Yusuke's bandaged arms, frown growing deeper. ]
This wasn't an ordinary client, was it? To manage to do all this, from the ground to the second floor? That's an imPort's work. You got your wounds all cleaned up already?
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[ Jaime come on they're like barely even wounds everything is fine and Madarame is an upstanding guy okay!!
Yusuke pulls his sleeves back down over his arms with a nod, casting a tires glance over at a painting filled with tiny holes. ]
I'm taking care of myself. You don't have to worry.
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Just because you can take care of yourself doesn't mean you should. Everyone's gotta ask for help sometime.
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I have people from home taking care of me.
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Well, if you decide to press charges after all and need these pictures, you know where to find me, [ he says, shoving his phone into his pocket and heading back to his room. ]
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I'M SORRY ABOUT HIM LMAO
why are you sorry he's so sweet he only wants to help ;_;
I could have handled it with more tact.
HE'S SUCH A SENSITIVE BOY
[ Which, in fairness, he had said eventually. It just took a little coaxing, just like talking to anyone in this house does. ]
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[ Yeah, he is...really bad at telling people no. Or too good at it? The boy is causing problems left and right. ]
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Unless Yusuke did something shittier than say no to designing her crap, but Jaime doesn't think the guy has it in him. ]
What'd you tell her?
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I was upset, about something unrelated. I told her I was not able to work, that's it.
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Artists gotta have lives too. If I can get a day off at the garage when I need it, then you gotta have the same.
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