Ayumu's. [It's not a question; Lavi had texted him, too, around the same time that self-righteous post had gone up. She'd been a god; he couldn't have known as quickly as her shinki. He's still regretting not checking his phone more often.]
I'm sorry. Why did you go to Amaterasu's temple looking?
[He isn't going to move out of arm's reach; instead, he's kneeling next to the couch and nodding at the bloodied spot on Gojyo's shirt, where bandaging shows through underneath.]
And may I take a look at that wound?
[Gojyo's been drugged, he thinks; it's not just pain and grief slowing him down. He has no idea whether Amaterasu's shinki would have bothered to treat the wound properly, or just wrap it to prevent him from bleeding on their nice floor.]
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I'm sorry. Why did you go to Amaterasu's temple looking?
[He isn't going to move out of arm's reach; instead, he's kneeling next to the couch and nodding at the bloodied spot on Gojyo's shirt, where bandaging shows through underneath.]
And may I take a look at that wound?
[Gojyo's been drugged, he thinks; it's not just pain and grief slowing him down. He has no idea whether Amaterasu's shinki would have bothered to treat the wound properly, or just wrap it to prevent him from bleeding on their nice floor.]