Number 6

6. one character hitting the other

Mamiya reaches out and slaps the doctor, an irritated look on his face.

CLOSED RP || darkdoctorratio ||

               "Eeeh? Hurry up? Like I told you-- I'll be there in a few ~ By which I mean--" He pushes the door open, entering Ratio's office. "Seconds~" Hanging up, he shut the door behind him and pulled up a chair, seating himself. "Let me guess-- Actually let have two guesses- A new mission? Orr .. you know what?" Birthday was trying to imply on the topic of his health.

"I should have known it'd be you."

My character accidentally hits yours with a car.

*Sits down, sorry for the crappiness, shouldn’t attempt to write when tired ugh*

Exactly as the tag line says, car accident, character death, and there’s a line that might be mildly gory/have more explicit description.

It wasn’t supposed to have ended up like this at all. In a moment of unawareness he had found and snatched the doctor’s car keys just intending to go for a bit of fun - true he didn’t have a driving licence, but it couldn’t be all that different from riding a bike, right? Well, it could. But at the time of action Birthday’s mind wasn’t really thinking about the possible consequences, just the fun he was going to have and seeing Ratio’s face upon discovery.

At least the latter was quickly achieved. Apparently his snatching hadn’t been so covert as he had assumed it was, and the moment he turned the key in the ignition Ratio came storming into the garage, expression absolutely furious. Uh-oh, he needed to get out of here and he needed to do it fast before he was pulled out of the car and quite possibly slammed against a wall and shouted at. Now, how did this work again? First the hand brake, he knew that much, but after that it was more a show of stomping at the pedals and tugging at the gear lever until he finally felt movement and pressed the pedal down as hard as he could with his foot.

A brief moment later a loud crash filled the garage and Birthday was slung forward in the seat, impacting with the air bag that sprung from the sudden force. The first thing that registered in his mind was the fact that his head was aching horribly. Then came the realisation: the lever was in reverse. Oh boy, at this rate being shoved against a wall was going to be the last of his concerns, Ratio was going to kill him slowly and painfully for this. For a brief moment he was laughing at the irony and the fact that it seemed that this particular car just couldn’t go without facing severe injury at least once every other month. This was beyond even déjà-vu by now. But the doctor probably wasn’t going to be able to see the hilarity in it.

Speaking of which, it was strange that he hadn’t come to pull Birthday out yet. Surely it wouldn’t take more than a moment of grief and despair over the upcoming mechanical bill that would have to be paid before his wrath would be unleashed, shouldn’t it? Having not sustained further injury than a blow to the head, the handyman tumbled out of the car to observe the damage. A large mess had been created from things falling over and being sent flying everywhere around and the damage bill was probably going to be huge. But that wasn’t what Birthday’s attention was focused on.

Immediately as he left the car to survey whatever damage there might have been, his eyes were automatically drawn to a figure of white that stood out greatly from its surroundings and wasn’t supposed to have been there. White that had been covered with specks of dirt and was slowly getting stained with red. This couldn’t be. There was no way this could have happened. It was all supposed to have been a joke, right? Him fooling around and Ratio getting mad, right? So why? Why was the white clad figure pinned between the rear of the car and the wall, his body hanging limply.

Birthday was paralysed for a few seconds before finally regaining control over his senses and practically jumping onto the boot, trying to pull out Ratio’s body, but his efforts were naturally to no avail. Bits of warped metal was piercing through the other, holding him neatly in place even if the car itself didn’t already serve the purpose. Pulse, he had to check for a pulse. Two fingers on the side of Ratio’s throat was met with nothing but silence, a result that should have been obvious, but Birthday didn’t want to accept it. How could he possibly accept a reality like this? “You bastard!” he shouted, hammering a clenched fist against the thwarted metal. Whether it was directed towards Ratio or himself even he didn’t know. “This wasn’t how it was supposed to be… It shouldn’t end up like this, goddammit!”

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[text] I’ve lost my keys. Can I sleep at your place?

{ darkdoctorratio }

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[text] I need a pair of pants.

darkdoctorratio

[[♬]]

Send me a ” ♬ ” and I will put my ipod on shuffle. The song that plays will be our song

{Slipknot - Vermillion Part 1 [x]}

"Ratio." Murasaki nodded, noticing the other walk into the room. His eyes remained on the paper in front of him, but a glance could be spotted with a close eye, "Didn't expect you."

[[Hibiscus]]

[[ My violin game is still very weak tho laugh s //how to play how to draw]]

[ darkdoctorratio ]

Sing! [[I can't remember if I sent one already... count both if I did ;) ]]

YOU DID TECHNICALLY. NOW THANKS TO YOU ITS OVER 12.

Now I’m going to have to keep my promise and sing another dammit.

13/12

(¬‿¬) [[ahaha XD]]

Blushing profusely, Art eyed off the doctor desperately. "A-Are you sure..? I-I.. should.. I--" Turning his back on Ratio, the currently shirtless inspector cupped his hands together nervously. He looked over his shoulder slightly. "Alright, but.. promise not to look while I'm undressing."

Art loosely gripped the zipper on his pants as he slid it to the bottom. Taking hold of the tops of his trousers, he shuffled slightly until they were at his knees. Stepping out of them, his first instinct was to cover up as much as he could with his pale hands. Turning back around towards Ratio, Art mumbled, "Are you happy now?"

Only his underwear remained. He prayed that some higher power would be kind enough to both physically and metaphorically "cover his ass."

"How many drinks have you had?"

Birthday looked at his friend get into the bar and sang (more like shouted): "Now the party don't start till Doc walks in! Yo, Ratio-chan, wanna party hard with me?"

Sing!

{doctor-san why 3/}

5/12

✦ ✧ [[love ya~ ;D]]

YOU’RE STILL MY FAVORITE

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[text] I’m cold.

[[♬ gimme something good, yo~]]

The Real Slim Shady - Eminem

"PROPERTY OF RATIO" on your ass. [[Ehehe~ sorry, it was the obvious thing to do. XD]]

"Mm? I can’t remember anything from last night and my butt hurts…" Slowly the realisation came to his mind and his eyes went wide with shock ”Oh!”