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katsuya (katsuya) wrote in eotw_redux,

Jou thanked Urahara absently for the bath and the clean clothes, before he wrapped his hand around Hisoka's wrist, guiding himself to the indicated bathroom. Opening the door, he stepped into the traditionally styled bathroom, --Man, it was so huge and different compared to their tiny, old bathroom at home-- locking the door behind them once Hisoka was through as well.

"Here," he murmured softly as he spun to meet Hisoka's eyes, "let me help you with that." Reaching for the torn fabric, he gently helped Hisoka strip of the bloodied, ruined shirt, sliding his fingers over his pale skin that bore only his normal, thin scars; so unlike just half an hour ago when he still had been gutted and bleeding onto his jeans. Letting his shoulders slump slightly, he then shook his head firmly, --'don't think about that again, Katsuya,'-- and just slowly let the backs of his fingers slide over Hisoka's skin. "I'm so glad you're okay."