Commissioned from  Darkjinti
Characters, colours, writing by me.

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"You shouldn't have done that...", had to assume that the slight push of air from his nostrils was the response, his face didn't turn to her, his posture didn't change. Felt better than sitting in a park by now, just the two of them on a roof-top with the wind that little bit faster and sharper against them... sharp wind. Mino tried not to smile at that, that sensation was the epitome of her partner, not accurate but fitting.

There were not many things going through Jacks own mind as he sat there, slightly slouched, backpack resting against him... supporting him. Hands dangling one over thigh, the other along the sun-warmed surface he was sitting upon... arms resting yea... fists were clenched, couldn't let her see how badly his hands were shaking. Was nice not having to worry about medical expenses but it didn't cover the pain.

Could be bleeding internally right now...

Broken ribs and a punctured lung from some fragment?... nah not all that short on breath just... not easy to fill the lungs when the frame felt so dented.

Both hands trying to squeeze harder, as if that'd draw out a few more drops of adrenaline, keep that combat high going and not let him feel the full extent of it all. Two punks with sledgehammers trying to muscle in on Mino who... who could've taken it without much of a gasp but no...

"...-was thinking Thai food tonight, or if we hop to Harbour street there's this nice little chinese Quetza told me about, if they served him then I could even go in too-an... Jack hello?", he couldn't look over at her, despite the mental image flashing in of those brown bared shoulders and that expanse which led to the golden plating... there were times he even felt like cursing it for being shiny and catching the light... still there had to be some perks in life for wearing sunglasses at all times. Course it wasn't glint that stopped him, was that shot to the shoulder that sent a solid dull thud through the whole right side of his body... inches seperated the impact spot from his neck, but the blow felt so heavy it might as well have sent his whole right side downwards and dragged everything in his neck with it.

A slight puff of expelled air from behind his teeth acted as a warning but Mino took no heed when she drew closer and grasped at his hood. She could punch through walls and tore apart a few cyborgs... but there was never a feeling of worry when she went to grab him and that strength never seemed an issue. But at that point even his hair seemed to resonate with the pain of stupidity seeping through his form as the excitement wore off. Didn't want to try and force air out of his nose at any speed again, that had been a mistake... no blood dripping but that blow across the bridge, it just kept stinging at every little unwanted twitch of muscle in his face. Meant to be unexpressive according to the others, so why was all that even moving now...

"...-till mad at me huh?... I didn't see them coming, I couldn't let the dealer get away and then there was that big guy and...", fingertips rapped at the hard roof-surface as she sat there on her knees near him. The hoof-tipped fingers and their irregular rhythm sounding like a mini-stampede. Tail swishing itself back and forth, a little twitch now and then having the fluffy end hit upon her feet, having popped off her shoes to let the air get at her furred form... damn ticklish things. Her words trailed off as she started to think about why was she even apologizing, she could take more than that and just need a heating pad later but then he goes leaping in and tries to show off and... She hadn't heard him shout like that before. They'd manage to hit him a few times before she could get involved and his voice was just so full of hatred after the first struck.

Shouldn't have gotten so angry herself, those guys should've been in prison and not wasting space in a high security wing of a hospital... probably would use their new wheel-chairs to smuggle things in anyway, sickening.

White-striped arm rose up and Mino got herself a grip on the wind-demons hoodie sleeve, 'No wait, god... That's right fujin was a diety... Though I could always check online'. No reaction to the tug at least, no large-scale one but that wasn't Jacks way, that was a great learning curve for a girl who hadn't been used to the other signs either... jerk. She saw the slight rise of a wrist, the tensing in his leg and a bit of muscle rise against the skin of his neck and... it should've been obvious.

This position, this posture was all wrong right now and the rookie heroine Minotaura sought to fix that. Clip-clopping with finger-tips and toes as she turned herself around, scooting backwards to connect with Jacks side on that large bovine booty and then feeling how the tenseness left his arm when hers came alongside it. A proper cuddle would've been too much but this was okay for her. Still not everything was quite right, brow furrowing as Mino tried to huff and puff and get some of that lengthy hair off her muzzle... finally just giving a little swish of the head, some of that voluminous length winding up filling the hood behind Jacks nape.

"We can go get it in a little minute. They keep telling us rest is importance afterwards, so, no harm in a break just to... collect ourselves?... yea. Though we're getting chinese-"

"-Had to...", how raspy and low his voice came out confused Jack himself, maybe sitting idle wallowing in his stupid mistake drained him more than he thought. Then again there had been that coppery taste in his mouth and that drip past his lips, could blame it on some dried blood in the throat. The sweet thing he lived alongside gave her heaviest faux-sigh... with how little he expressed she had to pick up the slack. "Foolish boy... m-m-my, foolish boy."

Neither felt up to plucking out an mp3 player from their packs, or whistling so the usual sounds of the city kept that moment from seeming timeless and isolated. Plus Mino couldn't quite help herself, "When those bruises come up you'll look like a Holstein."