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[It had actually been a few days since he'd come back to Luceti. After his initial rage, he had just decided to stay out of the way. He didn't want to talk to anyone, didn't want to deal with anyone...

But that, of course, wasn't going to last forever. He couldn't get things he needed without going in public, which meant running into people he didn't want to run into.

Ion in a wheelchair, though...that was something he didn't expect to see. There was a moment of "was it really him?" But it was completely impossible to mistake Ion for someone else; because really. He was him, in a way. Brothers, a twisted idea for a family, whatever.

He was quiet, when he approached him though. Ion seemed to be minding his own business--it would be so easy to do. And the temptation was pretty much overwhelming. How could he pass this up, when the opportunity was right there, as if handed to him on a silver platter?

Hopefully he just won't get grounded this time. ~~YOLO!!~~

He creeps up behind Ion, bent on making it being a surprise, really. Sync could be quiet when he wanted to be; so hopefully he wouldn't be caught.

3...2...1--AND there he goes, tipping Ion out of his wheelchair in as swift of a move as possible. He laughs as he does so, mischief glinting in his eyes.

Okay, maybe he had kind of missed messing with Ion. Help the poor soul?]

((ooc: ion and sync will both be responding to this! characters can intervene right after Ion falls or while Sync is destroying the wheelchair (which will be happening as well). Just specify when!

edit: ALSO i didn't specify but Sync is in fact wearing a mask. So characters might not know immediately that he and Ion resemble each other.))

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[OH, FOR THE LOVE OF--! Didn't she do enough just by letting the little shit live?! God, this is ridiculous...but fine. Muttering "soft" under her breath at Ion, she approaches the beat up boy, shoving Cerberus away as he snarls and licks the blood off his teeth and muzzle. He did well, but she agreed to not have him go too far. So she has to make him back off, give her some space.

Tugging out a roll of bandages from the zipped up pocket of her teddy's back (it's just become commonplace for her to carry some medical supplies after babysitting Zoro on Kuraigana) Perona intends to throw it at him and be off. She owes this whelp nothing, and gave him exactly what he deserved and then some. It's only when she catches a very brief glance of his face, turning back to Ion to reassess what she just saw, does she reach for Sync's side, where he's not been wounded. This is idiotic, but she can understand a little better now... Brothers, maybe? A really shitty brother.]

Don't fuss, or Cerby-chan will have your head next.

[He's just. Going to turn his head when he realizes that his mask slipped off, and reach for his mask. It's just a little bit beyond his grasp, and he's gritting his teeth against the pain in his arm.

Despite her warning him, he'll be trying to move himself away from her regardless.]

I don't...need your help.

[Why would he want help from someone who just had their dog maul him anyway--]

Don't be so stubborn! [Ion actually raises his voice a bit, directing his gaze at Sync. For as much as Sync loathed it, Ion really did care about him to some degree -- though after everything that's happened between them, it's hard to say whether it's any different from how he might care for the well-being of a stranger.]

You won't be able to take care of the injury with just one arm. You should check to make sure it isn't broken. [Or at least dislocated -- that was quite the attack, after all.]

[Really, the only reason Perona is actually helping this wicked twin or whatever is because the one she likes asked her to. If she were alone, or in her right mind, this second boy would have been left to bleed on his own. Possibly without that precious arm of his. He got what he deserved as far as she's concerned.

When he tries to move away, she grabs his shoulder firmly and jerks him back toward her to inspect the damage. Stupid boy, she's doing you a favor - you are going to sit still, be quiet, and take it.]

I'm no doctor, but the wound isn't necessarily fatal, from what I can tell...if it's tended to appropriately. And quickly. You'll need stitches, and a sling I think, but you're actually very lucky my dog missed an artery, or you'd have been dead already. [She smirks, despite herself.]

[It was a surprising to hear that Ion actually raised his voice, and he yelps again when Perona jerks him back towards her.

Does she think that death would intimidate him?]

I'd rather be dead, if you ask me.

[He's got a few issues tbh, Perona.]

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