[Sakamoto has met another one of the swords (his own, to be fair), although it doesn't register that this person could be a sword too. He responds, still serious:]
I guess they might be then? [He had no idea that beauty could reduce physical pain, but then he probably shouldn't take anything this guy says seriously.
Dotanuki gets him to a chair and manages to swipe a first aid kit from a nearby table. ]
Look, just sit alright? We'll wrap the wound and then find some pretty girl for you or whatever.
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But wounds of the soul? Those are the worst, y'know?
[It would be easier to take him seriously if he wasn't bleeding through his pores.]
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Look, you're going to bleed out and die if we don't get you patched up. Do you understand that, human?
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Before we go, will you tell me one thing?
[He clutches angryboy's shoulder, and with a serious tone of voice, utters:]
On a scale of 1 to 10, how cute are the nurses?
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I go to a forge, not a hospital. Why do you even care about that when you're bleeding from the skull?
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Pretty faces ease the pain.
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Dotanuki gets him to a chair and manages to swipe a first aid kit from a nearby table. ]
Look, just sit alright? We'll wrap the wound and then find some pretty girl for you or whatever.
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But he's smiling. Through all the blood.]
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Dotanuki sighs and takes out a roll of gauze and some cotton to clean up the blood. He starts wiping it away from the stranger's face and the wound. ]
Name's Dotanuki Masakuni by the way. Who're you?