Erikos snarled, slamming the needle down on the bathroom sink. He limped over to the door, flinging it open with a scowl. His eyes widened at the sight of Cyrus, bloodstained and waiting. "Come in," he muttered before turning around
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Cyrus breathed out a sigh of relief when he saw Erikos was alive, but tensed up again when he noticed that he looked different and injured. He stepped inside, buttoning up his flannel to cover the skin on his chest and stomach. He tended to be quite self conscious about himself. Because he barely ever ate things that his body actually needed, he was very slim with the slightest bit of muscle. “Did I do that to you?” He asked in a choked up tone.
"No, Nami and her damn groupies did. You did almost eat me before you decided you didn't have a taste for demons," Erikos muttered bitterly, rubbing at his chipped and dented antler as he made his way back towards the bathroom. He hopped up on the sink again, wincing as he returned to stitching up the webbing on his tail
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“Is this my fault?” Cyrus asked when Erikos seemed to be getting annoyed by him. “What did it do?” He asked, referencing the other part of him.
"You went to the lake, like I told you not to do. You ran into Nami and her groupies, which went about as well as expected. And then she got pissed at me and let the others tear me apart before tossing me at you to eat," Erikos muttered bitterly, not even looking at Cyrus as he hissed when the needle caught on one of his spines
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“I couldn’t help if it went to the lake or not. We are two separate things, and it does what it wants. If I was able to, I would have listened to you,” Cyrus retorted, a slight edge in his tone now. Erikos kept saying ‘you’, like it was him who had control, when he had explained before how he was blacked out when shifted into that thing.
"Okay, whatever. Make yourself useful and hand me that bottle of whiskey," Erikos said, pointing with a webbed hand towards a bottle of whiskey on a small table a few feet away. He hissed faintly again as he managed to stitch together the largest laceration on his fins
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Cyrus chewed on his lower lip as he nodded, grabbing the bottle and holding it out to Erikos. The tension in the air was obvious, and he shifted his weight where he was standing near the doorway.
Erikos grabbed it from him, chugging the half-empty bottle before eating the glass. He shifted a bit, struggling to get to a large cut near the base of his tail. He gave a growl of frustration, unable to reach it to do anything with it
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“Do you need help?” Cyrus offered in a timid manner. He rubbed at the nape of his neck timidly as he looked at Erikos, jaw clenched slightly.
Erikos sighed. "Yeah," he muttered before handing him a piece of gauze and a roll of bandages. He turned a bit so it would be easier for Cyrus to get to the cut
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Cyrus crouched down, taking the bandages and gauze from Erikos. Carefully, he pressed the gauze to the cut, holding it there while he wrapped it with bandages tightly.
Erikos didn't flinch or hiss this time, simply took another bite of the empty bottle of whiskey. "I'm sorry for getting upset with you," he mumbled. "I just…You know what? Not even going to make excuses for myself. I'm a dick, and I shouldn't have snapped at you."
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“It’s okay,” Cyrus said in a quiet tone. “I understand. You got hurt and you needed someone to blame.”
"See, now you're pitying me, and that's bad because I don't deserve it," Erikos said, waving his arms theatrically before letting them rest in his lap
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“No, I’m being completely serious,” Cyrus insisted, shifting so he was now sitting down on the floor of the bathroom instead. He wrapped his arms around his knees now, seeming almost like a child.
Erikos slid off the sink, plopping down next to him despite the cut in his leg that was still oozing blood. "Look, I'm sorry. And I don't say this often because usually I'm the guy who doesn't give a shit about anyone or anything. But I'm sorry."
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“I already said that it was okay, Erikos,” Cyrus said. He stayed in the same position, all curled in on himself. That was one of his flaws, he was too sensitive about this sort of thing at times.
“You know what? I’m gonna get you a fresh change of clothes and I’m gonna try to cook something vegan to make up for my dickery,” Erikos said before standing. Unfortunately his leg took the opportunity to give out and send him sprawling onto Cyrus
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“You really don’t have to do that,” Cyrus started, but his breath caught in his throat when Erikos fell on top of him. His cheeks flushed a shade of red on his pale skin, and he looked at Erikos with slightly widened eyes. “Are you okay?”
"Nope," Erikos ground out. He clambered off of Cyrus, face flushed a bit as he sat down. The gash on his leg was far larger than he had originally thought, with a small sliver of bone showing through. "Oh, that's just wonderful," he muttered, poking at the edge of the wound absently
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“You should put some stitches in that,” Cyrus said, bits of worry laced in his tone as he looked at Erikos’ leg, feeling slightly sick.
"Nah, I'll just magic it. Stitches'd be a bitch on that sucker," Erikos said, poking the edge of the wound again before getting to his feet as best he could. He began to do his best to make his way back outside, occasionally stumbling and near falling here and there
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Cyrus got to his feet, following Erikos. He put a hand on Erikos’ shoulder to support him, but also himself. His body still ached and his stomach felt very uneasy.
Erikos stumbled out the door, nearly faceplanting in the dirt. "Go make yourself at home, this might take a bit," he said, waving Cyrus off as he reached the water. He slipped inside, breathing a sigh of relief as the water began to soothe his injuries
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Cyrus rubbed at the back of his neck, nodding in response as he slipped back inside. He began to wander around, simply getting the feel for the place.
Erikos dove to the bottom of the river, searching along the stones for a good place to rest. He curled himself around one of the rocks, his tattoos beginning to glow a faint blue-green that shimmered beneath the water
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Cyrus walked into what looked like a kitchen, and he shifted his weight a bit, stomach still feeling uneasy. But as much as he wanted to get sick and get rid of whatever the wendigo ate, he forced himself to keep it down. If he kept it down, then he wouldn’t be hungry as quickly.
Erikos returned a few minutes later, soaked and panting. He felt like he was going to pass out from the energy he had to use to fix the cut, and he had to lean against the doorframe for a moment as he caught his breath
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Cyrus had glanced around in Erikos’ bedroom for a moment, but he hadn’t been able to stay in there long. When Erikos returned, he was sitting on the couch with his legs stretched out along it. It looked a bit dorky, as his legs were partly hanging off the other end of the couch.