I'd guess twice a day, at least until the redness goes away.
[He wasn't a real doctor, and he wouldn't claim to be considering... none of that was going to be happening anyway. All he could give was a best estimate.
It took a second for him to pick up that Mallory needed help screwing the cap back on - of course. So his prosthetic hand really was that limited. That was a nugget of information he'd tuck away. Eiji did so without much fanfare, then handed it back.]
[That wasn't him. At least, it was so unlike him that Eiji had a hard time believing he actually tried to pick a fight with someone he couldn't win. He looked somewhere between offended and confused, unsure of how to explain it.
Even just the idea of his emotions not being under constant lock and key was frightening to him. Being someone whose anger and rashness ran off with them... that was exactly the kind of person that Eiji had molded himself to not become.
With a huff, he grew defensive and muttered:]
Tch. It's probably your fault for rubbing off on me.
[Yeah, he could hear it in that disdainful tch. He could take offense to it, but he'd pretty much exhausted his reserves of raging outbursts for the week. ...Maybe.]
Yeah, you really looked like you were taking after me back there. If it makes you feel any better- [Worse? He didn't care.] -you're not the only one who was acting off.
[Him. Riye. Probably other people, who knows.]
Those ingredients were supplied by the spirits, right?
Eiji's eyes widened suddenly at the revelation. Is that why he starting acting so weird when he ate Mallory's chocolate? All pissy and aggressive, just like the boxer...! (The self-loathing though, and the feeling of emptiness and fear - actually you know what, Eiji did not want to think about the implications of that now.)
Instead, he exclaimed - both vindicated and accusatory:]
That's why I was acting like YOU. The chocolate were mind-altering!
[What was with that tone, like somehow it was his fault? Excuse you, kid, he didn't go around biting people. Since, like, elementary school.
He just grunted and tilted his head forward a bit, neither confirming nor denying, since it was just a theory. But one that felt valid in the face of all the other inexplicable bullshit he'd seen in his short time in Koriko, and the fact that even in the real world there was o shortage of stories about how much spirits and youkai and the like loved to just mess with people. And if someone with more experience was able to draw the same conclusions, well...
It was more than enough for Mal.]
That's why I'll give you a free pass on that particular outburst. [But watch your step. He put a hand on the edge of the door.] Anything else?
[Eiji wasn't sure whether to be relieved or even more infuriated now. Whatever it took to make it not his fault, he'd take - but the idea that his mind could be so easily tampered with shook him.
He prided himself on his discipline, his rationality and smarts. He'd wrapped his whole sense of worth and identity around them. They were steel walls that held his sense of self in place, and of all things, a single chocolate could cause the ground beneath them to crumble.
What's more, the things he felt... he could remember the intensity of it, how it drowned out all other thoughts in his head. It was awful.
He should be glad that wasn't really him. And he was. Absolutely...
But it was a lot to think about. Eiji briskly shook his head, too distracted now to linger any longer.]
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[He wasn't a real doctor, and he wouldn't claim to be considering... none of that was going to be happening anyway. All he could give was a best estimate.
It took a second for him to pick up that Mallory needed help screwing the cap back on - of course. So his prosthetic hand really was that limited. That was a nugget of information he'd tuck away. Eiji did so without much fanfare, then handed it back.]
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I'll keep that in mind. And maybe don't bite people next time.
[Control your temper, kid, sheesh.]
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[That wasn't him. At least, it was so unlike him that Eiji had a hard time believing he actually tried to pick a fight with someone he couldn't win. He looked somewhere between offended and confused, unsure of how to explain it.
Even just the idea of his emotions not being under constant lock and key was frightening to him. Being someone whose anger and rashness ran off with them... that was exactly the kind of person that Eiji had molded himself to not become.
With a huff, he grew defensive and muttered:]
Tch. It's probably your fault for rubbing off on me.
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Yeah, you really looked like you were taking after me back there. If it makes you feel any better- [Worse? He didn't care.] -you're not the only one who was acting off.
[Him. Riye. Probably other people, who knows.]
Those ingredients were supplied by the spirits, right?
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[Wait.
...
Were the ingredients magic?
Eiji's eyes widened suddenly at the revelation. Is that why he starting acting so weird when he ate Mallory's chocolate? All pissy and aggressive, just like the boxer...! (The self-loathing though, and the feeling of emptiness and fear - actually you know what, Eiji did not want to think about the implications of that now.)
Instead, he exclaimed - both vindicated and accusatory:]
That's why I was acting like YOU. The chocolate were mind-altering!
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He just grunted and tilted his head forward a bit, neither confirming nor denying, since it was just a theory. But one that felt valid in the face of all the other inexplicable bullshit he'd seen in his short time in Koriko, and the fact that even in the real world there was o shortage of stories about how much spirits and youkai and the like loved to just mess with people. And if someone with more experience was able to draw the same conclusions, well...
It was more than enough for Mal.]
That's why I'll give you a free pass on that particular outburst. [But watch your step. He put a hand on the edge of the door.] Anything else?
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He prided himself on his discipline, his rationality and smarts. He'd wrapped his whole sense of worth and identity around them. They were steel walls that held his sense of self in place, and of all things, a single chocolate could cause the ground beneath them to crumble.
What's more, the things he felt... he could remember the intensity of it, how it drowned out all other thoughts in his head. It was awful.
He should be glad that wasn't really him. And he was. Absolutely...
But it was a lot to think about. Eiji briskly shook his head, too distracted now to linger any longer.]
No.
Bye. [And swiftly, he left.]
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[And he shut the door as Eiji left, glad to get that over with.]
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And he shouted down the hall after Eiji:]
Never compare yourself to me with a punch like that!
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For realsies.]