[OOM] Jaq.

[stuck_mynock]

After about half an hour in the bar, Jaq limps upstairs to continue tending to his wounds there.

He settles down in the armchair in the corner, cleaning up the gash on his side and vaguely preparing himself to go "I'm fine!" if Lucifer turns up.

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[defies-time.livejournal.com]

Eyeroll.

"Oh yeah, because you'd be really happy if I didn't object to you turning up with bits of skin missing."

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

"C'mon, Lucifer, they're not serious wounds."

Except maybe the gashes, and some of the worse bruises.

[fled-heaven.livejournal.com]

"You are an atrocious liar and I hate you," Lucifer says calmly, continuing to work at healing Jaq's most obvious wound.

"Just promise me not to get too excited when I tell you to take your shirt off and show me where else you've been shot."

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

"If anybody's going to get excited at me taking my shirt off, it's you."

[fled-heaven.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, because you're such a pretty sight right now. Blood and bruises are not my thing."

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

"I know," Jaq says. "Moment you're done I'll take a shower, 'kay?"

[fled-heaven.livejournal.com]

"Now who's fussing?" Lucifer demands. "I was just proving a point. Now shut up until you're not bleeding."

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

A little sulkily: "Well, maybe if y'didn't seem so angry ..."

[fled-heaven.livejournal.com]

"Of course I'm angry," he says, more gently (Jaq's wound is half-healed, now, and continuing to slowly fix itself). "Someone hurt you."

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

"Well, yeah, but I'm all right. Maybe in need of a bit of patching up, but okay."

[fled-heaven.livejournal.com]

"Not the point, Jaq."

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

"What is the point? I'm a soldier. In a war. Getting hurt is kind of a thing."

[defies-time.livejournal.com]

"Doesn't mean I have to like it."

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

"Well, no. I don't like it either."

[fled-heaven.livejournal.com]

"Try not getting hurt next time, then," Lucifer advises. "You'll probably like that better."

(The banter - and the irritation - make exceeding cunning disguises for the fact that Jaq's hurt and he has no idea how to deal with this or make it not happen ever again.)

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

"You're very witty," Jaq says dryly, "even if you do have a stupid head."

[fled-heaven.livejournal.com]

"Your head is the stupid one!"

Oh, the humanity maturity.

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

"My head is extremely intelligent."

[fled-heaven.livejournal.com]

"Your head is stupid and you are stupid too!"

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

"That's just not true."

[fled-heaven.livejournal.com]

"It is very true. I am never wrong in these matters."

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

Seriously: "You're always wrong."

Pause. Jaq looks down at his side. Then, a bit apologetically: "You should probably leave that. Not that I don't want it healed, but if it's too healed up when I go back I'm going to get a lot of awkward questions."

[fled-heaven.livejournal.com]

"That's okay, I'll beat you up before you leave. That should fix it."

Lucifer has a solution for everything!

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

"Ha. Like you could, little guy."

Jaq shall demonstrate his skepticism through the medium of dragging Lucifer into a headlock.

[fled-heaven.livejournal.com]

"Could beat you up whenever I wanted!"

It is, for example, much more difficult to perform a headlock whilst being tickled. A lot. With magic.