[ Aoba is close, hanging around the edges of the room when he's not stuck on The Darkling's arm. He'd been swirling his club soda behind a decorative pillar, bored and trying to keep his nerves in check, when Shiro's call for help reaches his mind. ]
A crowbar? What for? Oh-
[ He doesn't have to scan the room for long to see. That sure is a drunk girl in a sparkly outfit hanging off Shiro's arm. The one he's sensitive about, too. It immediately puts a sour taste in Aoba's mouth as a memory of Koujaku surfaces. He was always surrounded by clingy women, and they would glare and pull his friend away. He wanted to tell them off, that they were being annoying, but Koujaku would never treat his clients as anything less than princesses.
But this is an open invitation to do something he's always wanted to do. ]
I don't have any of those things, but... I have an idea. Just try to remain calm.
[ It'll work if Shiro is struggling with what he suspects. Asking for a spare glove, a needle - it doesn't take much to guess at what's happened. Aoba leaves his drink on a nearby table, but plucks the garnish from it first. He then makes his way through the crowd. It doesn't take long before he's suddenly in front of Shiro and his new unwanted friend, hovering as if concerned. ]
Oh, what's... what's wrong with your hand?
[ He grabs it from the girl, pressing it in his - and the garnish. The sticky red cherry he was hiding there bursts, dripping. ]
You're bleeding. Here-
[ Quickly, he takes the blue kerchief from his jacket pocket, and starts tying it around Shiro's hand. ]
wrong, so wrong
A crowbar? What for? Oh-
[ He doesn't have to scan the room for long to see. That sure is a drunk girl in a sparkly outfit hanging off Shiro's arm. The one he's sensitive about, too. It immediately puts a sour taste in Aoba's mouth as a memory of Koujaku surfaces. He was always surrounded by clingy women, and they would glare and pull his friend away. He wanted to tell them off, that they were being annoying, but Koujaku would never treat his clients as anything less than princesses.
But this is an open invitation to do something he's always wanted to do. ]
I don't have any of those things, but... I have an idea. Just try to remain calm.
[ It'll work if Shiro is struggling with what he suspects. Asking for a spare glove, a needle - it doesn't take much to guess at what's happened. Aoba leaves his drink on a nearby table, but plucks the garnish from it first. He then makes his way through the crowd. It doesn't take long before he's suddenly in front of Shiro and his new unwanted friend, hovering as if concerned. ]
Oh, what's... what's wrong with your hand?
[ He grabs it from the girl, pressing it in his - and the garnish. The sticky red cherry he was hiding there bursts, dripping. ]
You're bleeding. Here-
[ Quickly, he takes the blue kerchief from his jacket pocket, and starts tying it around Shiro's hand. ]