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[earthflames]

WHAT IT SAYS ON THE BOX.

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[plotarmor]

[He stops when Diarmuid shouts and scrambles away. The moment of pure, chaotic noise startles Shirou, but once Diarmuid's backed away, he manages to compose himself somewhat, eyes going from the fork in his arm, to Diarmuid, and then back again.]

It's...

[Well, it's not really okay but he's not sure what else to say]

It's okay... I just need to, uh--

[Probably pull the fork out. Yeah. We can't go walking around like that. So here we go, taking a deep breath and yanking the fork out as quickly as he can.]

Shit.

[beautymark]

[He flinches when Shirou pulls the fork out of his arm, pressing his hands more tightly over his ears.]

It's not!

[Nothing is okay right now. He messed up. The siren is blaring and there are a million tiny claws pulling at him, reminding him that he must be disciplined. He went out of line, after all. Fear chokes what sense he'd had up to this point, and he shakes his head with a whimper.]

I have to go.

[plotarmor]

[STARES AT DIARMUID, BLOOD POURING DOWN HIS ARM]

Y-You don't have to, I just need bandages, I've had worse.

[tries to go pat Diarmuid on the shoulder reassuringly on his way to find the first aid kit]

[beautymark]

[That's a bad idea. He's already on edge, expecting pain the next time something comes close. Shirou's hand isn't really painful, but he feels a jolt anyway and reacts without thinking.

Shirou may just find himself expertly and automatically thrown across the room. By the time he gets up, D's ducked out of the room, heading for his room where he can barricade himself under the desk and try to contain his terror.]

[plotarmor]

[Yeah, by the time he manages to remove himself from the tangle of stuff in the corner he lands in, he can't bring himself to do anything but gape a little in the direction Diarmuid left in.

For the record, he's a little too dumbfounded to remember to bandage himself now.]