[jason's smile is a welcomed gesture, one the younger boy brightens even further toward. for whatever it may be worth, jason's second attempt was better than the first and came close enough. (they'll figure it out as they go along!) also, yes, he should be cut some slack given how he'd fallen from the sky a few hours ago, has only just awaken, so there's sleep grogginess to account for.
oddly enough, an ‘angel’ isn't too far off (in a more metaphorical sense). jason's quite lucky that it was sizhui who'd found him rather than someone less accommodating.
speaking of which, he really should run downstairs, ask the innkeeper if he has any medicines on hand and if he doesn't, consider making a run into town for some later. he's hoping jason will sleep more, take all the time he needs to recover while he can because eventually, he (they) must return to cloud recesses. gods, he hasn't even considered that yet, but whenever the time comes, he'll already know the answer. punishment be damned, leaving the poor guy behind isn't an option for sizhui when he's well-aware of the consequences.
somewhat tentatively, he reaches to help jason with his shirt, making sure it doesn't catch on the brace he's fastened or that it's necessary he'll have to twist uncomfortably in any way. jason murmurs something, nothing he can understand unfortunate as it is – or is it fortunate? because wow, how shameless! – but he sets the t-shirt aside, offers a polite bow of his head then hovers his right hand above a bruise on jason's abdomen. there's a faint warming sensation, the discoloration lessens beneath blue-glowing fingertips and with a smile, he moves on to the next contusion near his ribs.]
[he isn't much expecting the help with taking his shirt off, but it isn't entirely unwelcome as much as he aches. it pulls over his head, fucking his hair up more, always a goddamn mess with the damn curls. sizhui takes the shirt, leaving jason's top bare and he doesn't exactly hurt enough to be self-conscious. the bruises wrapping around his side is extensive and dimly, he wonders if something's broken under it. doesn't really hurt like it, but he's learned he has a high tolerance for pain. surely doesn't have anything to do with his childhood.
the polite bow of sizhui's head, all super long hair and delicate features, jason just cocks his head, picking up a brow. it feels awkward as hell not being able to communicate without a game of charades, but when sizhui hovers his hand over the bruise, jason feels something more tangible than anything charades would have gotten them. the soft blue glow is something, some kind of magic or something, but it eases the throbbing ache in his side. jason's watching wide-eyed as suddenly sitting up gets more comfortable, more bearable. his skin feels warm, like he's been sunbathing.]
What the fuck, man... [jason murmurs to himself, gaze flicking up sizhui's face as he just goes on to the next bruise.] Not just a pretty face, huh?
[chances are it's good sizhui's looking away or else he might've reached out and attempted to fix jason's hair, regardless of how they've barely known each other for that sort of intimate gesture. healing him is far more important anyway, which is what he's focusing on right now then perhaps, later on down the line, he might help him clean up properly with an actual bath. hot water might help ease the ache too and if jason is distracted long enough, medicine could be collected. (he's afraid he'll wander somewhere, get into trouble and then where would they be? certainly not at this inn anymore.)
sizhui understands the surprise conveyed by jason's expression, words or not, can't help letting his smile widen somewhat when the second bruise fades and he moves on to a third. whenever their eyes meet though, he momentarily withdraws the hand, holding it between them while he watches the other boy's lips move. still can't comprehend what he's saying, but the look is pretty self-explanatory, he manages a quiet laugh at the astonishment.
then there's an abrupt gasp and,]Oh! [before he holds both hands up in a wait here! sort of motion and scrambles toward the nearby table, bends himself over it to pick up the hoodie he'd found alongside jason. after crawling back over, sizhui carefully unrolls it, reaches into the pocket and removes the cellphone there.] These were with you.
[ after all this, jason might owe this guy something. not many people'll pick a guy off the streets and take him home; and jason knows that well. knows that people are more likely to pick his pockets, take his wallet and phone, than help. here sizhui is, doing more than calling 911. he took jason in his own damn place, started cleaning up his wounds like jason mattered to him. didn't care that jason meant to put a damn end to this, that shitty feeling still swirling around in his chest, but easy to shove down like this.
the gasp has his brows jumping up, curiously watching as sizhui goes and folds himself over a table. his hoodie, he realizes when sizhui straightens up. he doesn't need to understand when sizhui comes back over, bringing him his hoodie and his phone.
as soon as his eyes lock on the phone, his eyes brighten. ] You're a damn genius. [ he praises, even if sizhui can't understand. he ignores the hoodie, reaching for the phone and finding it still on with a decent battery charge. he doesn't hestiate to scroll through his apps, finding the translator on it. downright smirking in triumph, he taps away before turning the screen around to sizhui to see the chinese that's popped up on the screen.] This can translate for us.
[and sizhui will insist that jason owes him nothing, he's simply doing what's expected of his clan (and maybe there's a hint of curiosity for this stranger that might get him into trouble one day). there was certainly no reason to steal anything from him, especially when he's got all he could ever ask for and then some, but he knew all too well that someone else might've come along to snatch those things if he'd left them behind. besides, leaving it there would have been extremely rude, given these items belong to jason and no one else. who knows what someone could've done if he hadn't taken them along?
seeing jason perk like that is enough of an answer, it makes sizhui's smile broaden further, his head tilting with curiosity. he has no idea what the device might be, it's nothing he's ever seen before, too technologically advanced for his time, but it doesn't make him any less inquisitive.
the sweater gets tucked into his lap for now, head tilting in the opposite direction while he watches jason fiddle with his phone, brow knitted thoughtfully. whenever he smirks, it makes him straighten somewhat, expression creasing harder then he softens once the screen is turned toward him and he can read what's written. with the slightest hesitance in his movements, he reaches out, taps the screen, makes an astonished yet delighted noise and types back:]It's amazing! What kind of magic is this?
[it's the eighth wonder of the world that he's still goddamn alive, it another miracle he didn't lose his phone in all the time he was god knows where passed the fuck out. another, someone nice found him and brought him home. never would have seen that one coming. luck is usually his nemesis, out to fuck him at every turn.
and here's this one valuable thing that will save his ass. as long as he's got a damn charge on it, anyway. so, yeah, jason smirks like he's won the goddamn war with this one little discovery. (and if he knew the full situation, knew just how fucked he was, he'd damn well hug sizhui for finding his ass and hug him again for saving his phone.)
as is, he's still smirking, super pleased with the way sizhui makes a delighted noise as he figures out how the phone works by copying jason. in a second, he's typing a message back with stars in his eyes over it. he types back a quick answer:] Just a translation app, dude. [It's not that amazing; he thinks without a single clue. He lets Sizhui read before he's typing more.] Thanks for helping, the light trick was pretty cool. [He makes a vague motion to his ribs, were all Sizhui had healed all that shit up like it was nothing.]
[even more of a miracle: the fact the phone didn't end up getting smashed to bits after jason crash-landed here outside guangling. tomorrow, after jason has gotten a chance to rest and sizhui's had a moment to himself to consider their options, they'll likely be headed back toward gusu, regardless of possible consequences.
he hasn't got a single idea how the phone works or what's keeping it going, but so far, it seems like it'll be an extremely useful tool for communicating right now. but gosh, who allowed jason to have such a distracting smile? he can't help outright grinning in return, also pleased that whatever he'd salvaged had been the proper thing to do. (if jason were to hug him, he'd be utterly surprised and a bit taken aback, but he wouldn't mind it, per se.)
for sizhui, this is the most technologically advanced thing he's ever seen in his life, given their current location. a translation app? what's an app? but that's not what he says.]Seems like it'll be a useful tool for us.[eventually, jason will learn that he's quite far from his home. he reads the message, lifts a hand and covers the sheepish laugh he lets out.]The healing, you mean? You're welcome, of course, and if you're still uncomfortable,[his hand moves off the screen, fingers wiggling with emphasis then he continues,]I can finish healing your injuries.
[one day, he'll explain it. for now, he doesn't get the full extent of his situation. he doesn't get he's in ancient china; thinks it's some place that vibes like this, makes money off it's olden looks. sizhui and his dated fashion are sure giving that feel. and while he's all sorts privy to the weird and otherworldly because of the bat, parallel universes and time travel and all kinds of weird shit, he isn't expecting it.
he's expecting san fransico.
sizhui's smiles are something jason's can't help but crack a smile back at, particularly when it feels like they've overcome something together. sizhui's wiggling fingers excitedly typing through a laugh -- are a real distraction. he's quick to type back;] No way you can fix my arm any better? [jason asks, but he already knows better. he knows sizhui must have already fixed him up some. his right arm is staying tucked to his chest, craddled close and babied.] Your name is Sizhui, right?
[to be fair in jason's case, that could very well have been possible... but it's unfortunate, he's actually dropped right into a whole different timeline. how? who the hell honestly knows at this point? sizhui wouldn't be able to explain it either, so they're both at a loss there. at least once they realize, it won't be difficult to figure out jason has been time displaced.
and it definitely wasn't in san francisco, much to jason's dismay.
a gesture which has his own smile widening somewhat, his eyes darting from jason's to where he's looking at his fingers. he almost asks, but jason is faster than he is and with a soft disappointed sigh, he answers:]Unfortunately, I've done everything I can for it. Rather than take almost a month to heal, however, it should only be about two weeks.[still quite a long time when you're stuck somewhere you have no bearings. he nods in response first, expression softened.]Yes, that's right! And yours is Jason?
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oddly enough, an ‘angel’ isn't too far off (in a more metaphorical sense). jason's quite lucky that it was sizhui who'd found him rather than someone less accommodating.
speaking of which, he really should run downstairs, ask the innkeeper if he has any medicines on hand and if he doesn't, consider making a run into town for some later. he's hoping jason will sleep more, take all the time he needs to recover while he can because eventually, he (they) must return to cloud recesses. gods, he hasn't even considered that yet, but whenever the time comes, he'll already know the answer. punishment be damned, leaving the poor guy behind isn't an option for sizhui when he's well-aware of the consequences.
somewhat tentatively, he reaches to help jason with his shirt, making sure it doesn't catch on the brace he's fastened or that it's necessary he'll have to twist uncomfortably in any way. jason murmurs something, nothing he can understand unfortunate as it is – or is it fortunate? because wow, how shameless! – but he sets the t-shirt aside, offers a polite bow of his head then hovers his right hand above a bruise on jason's abdomen. there's a faint warming sensation, the discoloration lessens beneath blue-glowing fingertips and with a smile, he moves on to the next contusion near his ribs.]
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the polite bow of sizhui's head, all super long hair and delicate features, jason just cocks his head, picking up a brow. it feels awkward as hell not being able to communicate without a game of charades, but when sizhui hovers his hand over the bruise, jason feels something more tangible than anything charades would have gotten them. the soft blue glow is something, some kind of magic or something, but it eases the throbbing ache in his side. jason's watching wide-eyed as suddenly sitting up gets more comfortable, more bearable. his skin feels warm, like he's been sunbathing.]
What the fuck, man... [jason murmurs to himself, gaze flicking up sizhui's face as he just goes on to the next bruise.] Not just a pretty face, huh?
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sizhui understands the surprise conveyed by jason's expression, words or not, can't help letting his smile widen somewhat when the second bruise fades and he moves on to a third. whenever their eyes meet though, he momentarily withdraws the hand, holding it between them while he watches the other boy's lips move. still can't comprehend what he's saying, but the look is pretty self-explanatory, he manages a quiet laugh at the astonishment.
then there's an abrupt gasp and,] Oh! [before he holds both hands up in a wait here! sort of motion and scrambles toward the nearby table, bends himself over it to pick up the hoodie he'd found alongside jason. after crawling back over, sizhui carefully unrolls it, reaches into the pocket and removes the cellphone there.] These were with you.
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the gasp has his brows jumping up, curiously watching as sizhui goes and folds himself over a table. his hoodie, he realizes when sizhui straightens up. he doesn't need to understand when sizhui comes back over, bringing him his hoodie and his phone.
as soon as his eyes lock on the phone, his eyes brighten. ] You're a damn genius. [ he praises, even if sizhui can't understand. he ignores the hoodie, reaching for the phone and finding it still on with a decent battery charge. he doesn't hestiate to scroll through his apps, finding the translator on it. downright smirking in triumph, he taps away before turning the screen around to sizhui to see the chinese that's popped up on the screen.] This can translate for us.
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seeing jason perk like that is enough of an answer, it makes sizhui's smile broaden further, his head tilting with curiosity. he has no idea what the device might be, it's nothing he's ever seen before, too technologically advanced for his time, but it doesn't make him any less inquisitive.
the sweater gets tucked into his lap for now, head tilting in the opposite direction while he watches jason fiddle with his phone, brow knitted thoughtfully. whenever he smirks, it makes him straighten somewhat, expression creasing harder then he softens once the screen is turned toward him and he can read what's written. with the slightest hesitance in his movements, he reaches out, taps the screen, makes an astonished yet delighted noise and types back:] It's amazing! What kind of magic is this?
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and here's this one valuable thing that will save his ass. as long as he's got a damn charge on it, anyway. so, yeah, jason smirks like he's won the goddamn war with this one little discovery. (and if he knew the full situation, knew just how fucked he was, he'd damn well hug sizhui for finding his ass and hug him again for saving his phone.)
as is, he's still smirking, super pleased with the way sizhui makes a delighted noise as he figures out how the phone works by copying jason. in a second, he's typing a message back with stars in his eyes over it. he types back a quick answer:] Just a translation app, dude. [It's not that amazing; he thinks without a single clue. He lets Sizhui read before he's typing more.] Thanks for helping, the light trick was pretty cool. [He makes a vague motion to his ribs, were all Sizhui had healed all that shit up like it was nothing.]
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he hasn't got a single idea how the phone works or what's keeping it going, but so far, it seems like it'll be an extremely useful tool for communicating right now. but gosh, who allowed jason to have such a distracting smile? he can't help outright grinning in return, also pleased that whatever he'd salvaged had been the proper thing to do. (if jason were to hug him, he'd be utterly surprised and a bit taken aback, but he wouldn't mind it, per se.)
for sizhui, this is the most technologically advanced thing he's ever seen in his life, given their current location. a translation app? what's an app? but that's not what he says.] Seems like it'll be a useful tool for us. [eventually, jason will learn that he's quite far from his home. he reads the message, lifts a hand and covers the sheepish laugh he lets out.] The healing, you mean? You're welcome, of course, and if you're still uncomfortable, [his hand moves off the screen, fingers wiggling with emphasis then he continues,] I can finish healing your injuries.
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he's expecting san fransico.
sizhui's smiles are something jason's can't help but crack a smile back at, particularly when it feels like they've overcome something together. sizhui's wiggling fingers excitedly typing through a laugh -- are a real distraction. he's quick to type back;] No way you can fix my arm any better? [jason asks, but he already knows better. he knows sizhui must have already fixed him up some. his right arm is staying tucked to his chest, craddled close and babied.] Your name is Sizhui, right?
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and it definitely wasn't in san francisco, much to jason's dismay.
a gesture which has his own smile widening somewhat, his eyes darting from jason's to where he's looking at his fingers. he almost asks, but jason is faster than he is and with a soft disappointed sigh, he answers:] Unfortunately, I've done everything I can for it. Rather than take almost a month to heal, however, it should only be about two weeks. [still quite a long time when you're stuck somewhere you have no bearings. he nods in response first, expression softened.] Yes, that's right! And yours is Jason?